It was raining blood.
I am frozen. No paternal gene.
Silence was weird. A cake.

Don't stand in the line
of ****. What a name can do? It becomes
dangerous. Needed self- restraint.

What was claimed? I
want the milk of you. I am impacted. No
war. Every pain deceives, like stray moon.

You are pinned on the
board to don the cap of watchman.
Jasmines go nomads.

To alter the nomenclature
of pain, to take a nap in the rose
garden. You cannot move a mouse.

Violets are raising hands.
The voices are dim. It is getting
dark. Two small eyes roam.

The beast was dead
in my bones. I can't quit
the house of blood.

The spirit remains
young, like the white lily
of the swaying pond.

Can you come out
of yourself and become my
acclaimed prodigy?

What was the deal with
Zen? Words are disappearing from
mind. Behind you there was a long shadow.

It was easy to bury
morality at the bank of a river.
I am digging out the god.

I give you a blood flower
moon. Awash with woods, I am selling
life very cheap. Who Was rich?

Half-burnt, I am
raising my hand and my poems are
working crossing the pains.

The collected suicide
of the nightingales have given the worry.
I am living in the desert of love.

Humankind is becoming
rare. The tulips have started
talking. Why the blood spots are appearing?

Horror, how big it was?
Watching the dead bodies floating on
the river. A voice screams. Dearth said mercy.

Looking at the truth of
pain, the end smiles. Then who killed
oneself? Right to **** was not religion.

What can be the last wish
of a stone buried in the grave of a
resuscitated angel after the death?

I want to make you feel my
presence, by my unease, with not mincing my
words to show my synchronicity.

The pain will not pay
heed. I continue to wash my wounds.
with blood. Can it be retrieved?

The vultures are descending.
I am collecting the cadavers. There
were no scars. Who washed them?