Moon reacts when I
hold your hand for a secret pass.
My eyes were always wet.

Pain, tremors, amnesia.
The World was changing very fast.
I will beg for your rebirth.

Money was a brilliant
idea to play in the future. But I was
a loser by betting on me.

It was the acceptance
of a crime in proxy, living out of
the body. Love beats the god.

What was the ethos
without the words? The skin takes the
responsibility to burn the lamp of eyes.

The ****** pathos comes
again. I cannot live without oratures
I will come out of flames, talk to the moon.

You print your body
on my poems. I drop the hints.
You pick the flowers.

A fissured heart
listens to the travesty of truth in dark.
Moon promised but failed to come.

The ruins still have
a charm. A saga comes alive.
The preamble starts life again.

How much do you contribute
to the slow death of the sun? Light is
fainting. You ***** in a dark pocket.

I calculate your pains.
Ignorance was bliss. The knowledge
makes you weak and small.

I celebrate you in my
poems to understand me in the
jungle of hyenas. I refuse to be a ****.

I do not want to think.
Don't want to judge. Who am I.
Brooding savagely of death and laughing.

Out of the gloves, the hands
catch the butterflies to write a poem.
The blood dreams. I drop sleep.

Your smile was lethal.
I cannot kiss the moon. It was
cold to receive the hot flame.

Dogs are dead.
Wolves are coming. God's anniversary.
You don't meet with me with dignity.

There was a face -off
between lightning and the Buddha tree.
Waiting for the Gautam to come again.

When will the vipers come?
I am indebted to the moon. Tonight
I will drink the hemlock to save you.

Will you taste Strawberry
moon? It will be benediction
unasked for years.

Remember, life had
treated us nicely. But the horizon was
calling you to color the sun.

Where is the god?
A hummingbird tries to find out
by following a caravan.