In my poems you search
yourself. The timeless words creep into
to find the story of love's pain.

You have taken away my
memory. I remember only the night
dance, of harvest moon in distress.

Clouds never stop for anyone.
The silence becomes loud. I have survived
in coming and going to the slaughter house.

It triggers a violence-
reciting your name. O unknown
when will you be liberated?

From where the solace
will come? Cannot love painlessly from
the smell of the scented poems?

Suffering is same. You
may come from any path. The queer
reception is for an immortal song.

Equality in suiciding.
Who wants to live in your world like
Dante. Enemies don't care to die.

The mob will not go to
god to seek justice. When the surgeon
dies, the patient stands up.

It pierces the heart.
What about the hand which does not
follow the mind. Blood will not touch the needle.

In the valley of love
how would you survive, O fading
moon? You gave me the pain of night.

A firebrand has written
something indelible to ignite the blaze
of separation and withdrawal.

Bloom hour, the bud shouts.
Your smile is like a jasmine nailed on black
wall. My adoration of a fairy was super.

Unflinching I was
going to ask "Are you going to
break the bread with me?"

It was me. Contagious.
You were impaled. Making history
in this fractured era.

Bidding farewell to me,
money was polishing the pitch,
Only fire was generating the ash.

After waking up you
found, it was a day less. Spinning faster,
you strike back when a tiny moon moves away.

My whole. Existence had.
no back up. I fight with the sun. Was it
all real? It hurts me so much. Stars swim.

Cooling with gale. Now
a monument crumbles. Let it break.
My god, why did you create the mosaic?

Barefoot you come to
collect the roses, to divide the pain.
An altered ego had brought pink wounds.

One road goes to a funeral
ground, other to a temple without
any deity. What path will you take?

There was no ceremony
to remember the panlove or a holocaust.
I want a shoulder to carry my broken bones.