Though it is always
summer between us, I will mend
the broken heart, under grey clouds.

Why the midnight landscape.
looks beautiful? The lonely eyes blink
to identify the shadows.

I will love you too
long. O God, why I remained
unchanged, the blood changes the color.

An unborn poem wants
a name to make a poet of me
to discover the black truths.

To lacerate, the moon was
running shirtless. Why was there
devastation of culture. religion and morality?

What was the merit of
karma? You were digging the farm land
to bring out all the grave sins.

Signs are appearing
again for the emotional turn. The
testosterone proves the nostalgia.

Emotive you sleep on the
grass and your eyes are gouged by
the sun. Death by thousand stings.

Let us find some space
between us. You will survive like
Sappho. A ****** is created by me.

When you are accepting
your defeats between blue and black,
no bird sings. The tornado quietens.

End to end I meet
gods of criminals. Do you unwrap
the truth from the bite of a viper?

Diversity of the human
kind will always come to war.
Nobody can decide who will win?

There was something
metaphysical. Nostalgia? A dumb
pain comes on the surface.

Was Existential love
important? An architect has fractured
designs. A fossil wants to embrace me.

Captive thoughts will
revolt. You want to find yourself.
I will drink Yerba Santa.

This was a gamble of
the incarnation taking its first step
with no birthday pain.

A beautiful smile to react
with my voiceless noise, the book
of an unprinted epic of grief.

Your love and my love
of occult embraces. Partition of the
unwritten pride of saga.

Afraid to die in your
fever. I am very hot, staring at
the end. You made the first move.

Love has many names.
The moon was hurt. Dragging himself
after the rainbow collapsed.

Single set of pains
repeats the story of fallen Himalayas.
The frozen pride has started melting.