Brutal poem. But you
want to touch it. It severes off your thumb.
You climb the rainbow to see a ****.

Will it go beyond the
kisses of a cobra? Walk slowly in peace.
The panthers wait for the fall.

This is April Fugitive
trees have started unloading. The
forest goes in flames. I am counting rocks.

Looks like an unreal love.
Why someone hangs from an Indian lilac
tree. Leaves were very bitter to chew.

You want to pull me down.
I will not eat mangoes. TS Eliot was
ignited to write 'The Waste Land'.

Like a vampire wants to
know, who were half-kissed faces,
ready to be punished by charisma.

A place of glass eyes.
Fire in fire, flames on flames. The
question arises. An ocean will help?

Sometimes you come braless.
O moon you take a bath in the eyes
of innovated love.

The vespa, it stings badly.
Will you say something. O my beautiful
eyes, why only one eye weeps?

What a folly. You want
to live in the womb again. There was
one soul and two bodies.

Words tend to die in the large
grind. Only dried tears were left on the
rocks. A name was erased slowly.

O god out of the ash comes
out the sacred necklace. All night
I was remembering a name of fabric.

You think the sun is dying.
I am going deep in the ocean.
Eventually the moon ambushes Venus.

It was a grim situation.
The crooked fingers of an old man start
writing an epic. God will not take rebirth.

Where the love will go?
It was enough. In the crowd, I am not going
to raise my hand, to die first.

My god hurts me one day.
Divides the roses in half. Bodiless you come
in to kiss and leave the chapped lips.

Mercy for whom? The
wounds of love makes me search to trap
the honeybees like the stolen gem.

You give me your limbs
to walk on the paper and find a saviour
who always follows you in dark.

Were you contributors
in my crucifixion? Glow worm was
not throwing light. Only a pyre was in flames.

The grass was smoking
without fire. I trembled for the
sake of wood. Nobody was collecting ash.

Who left the scars on your
body, when you were taking bath
in the milk of the bright moon?