In my helplessness
in fear of the unknown. I will not listen,
who was the prey of choice.

Now I will take a dip
in pain, trying to see both sides of
the moon on the volatile night.

At distance, do you
smell the smoke of a burning body
of a fallen comet without a tail?

Brutal stance, the art
of blood is done. A snake was eating
its tail. I am a poem,you are the ink.

The assault on the moon
was not worthy of a sacred cow. Suddenly
something was coming towards me.

Does it influence you,
a raised hand coming out of the earth?
The newness knows the politics also.

When the space between
threat and love disappears, I will find
my blood poem in your red eyes.

You nick yourself sometimes
in the light of the blue moon and the journey
of platelets starts for the unknown.

You said I am killing
myself. Around you the fire zooms.
I am standing on the deck, you scream.

Trying to solve the puzzles
of life. Is it not you morphed cloud of
lips in fusion of love and stings?

The heart of a fig tree says
it with flowers. Why did you look back?
Would you like to sleep under the stones?

Invent a truth like a lie.
Critique will give the jdgement. Why
the moon will confess a ******.

Why did you become
your own ghost? A smoke rises from
the roof. I don't want to hurt yourself.

I wear your name.
you are a godless temple. You hear the
voices but cannot see me.

You must have left me
near the burning ghat. The river
flows carrying the tears of Himalaya.

How would you fill my
void? No one should come between
us. The lancet brings human nature.

The conscience creates
a meme. What was doable, the carnage
or a bouquet of roses for the invisible?

After the fall of the moon
in the night, something hides behind
your eyes. Who had made the god?

Looking at picture
writing on the face, I will
search myself in you.

I want you take
baby steps after the encounter
with the lost horizon.

The flora, the fauna
of your psyche, illustrates
a sculpture in action.

The blue eyes the
wait for the snake charmer
to bring the vipers kiss.

The pain of dying
at the door of unopened
fort will arrest the vibes.