Inserting love in the
heart of red stones. The iron door has
no heart. A mirror breaks in my eyes.

Truth was not right.
I bare my pen to spread the rare
blood from the eyes of the clay.

Hundreds of years remain
the same, though the script of stolen
heredity goes on changing.

From ethics come silent
screams to reveal the innocent
suffering at the hands of cynic pains.

You take off the morality
of human faults, and prepare yourself
for martyrdom of no cause.

The trains move slowly
going nowhere carrying the bodies
of unknown disasters.

Forget the eternity.
Are you a man killer? Because
you take it casually, my bleeding heart.

Life is still whole. Existence
has a truth of creativity. Not today.
I was not born as I am.

When a crow commits
suicide-like man, are you surprized
in the war of lips? Do not complete the poem.

I will say no more
ritualisation. Digging out moon to
win back the honor from sky.

Was it apocalyptic?
Or a trend of self-immolation syndrome?
I am going to sit for atonement.

Do not wait. Lop off
the sun of the destroyer. I will
live in the dark to realize the truth.

I cast my vote between the
lips and the inhuman. The study of tears
goes waste for a hundred answers.

I don't do what I want to
do for the sake of your vision. The storm
and outcry wait for the candle to go.

My love does not like
the hate of stars. They don't want
to shine, when the moon is very bright.

Occasionally small
things betray. Lurking in your eyes
a parallel pain becomes extinct.

Saliva turns into lava.
Your lips were dried like a river bed
searching for words to say goodbye.

Do you think separation was
real? Did we try to unmake the thread
of unbreakable handshake?

Bete- noire. Let's improve
the grammar. Words will never change.
Shoulder to shoulder the eternal pain jumps.

Can you invite a star
in the dark? The earthen lamps are
always trembling to throw bright light.

Can you swim in a poisoned
well, where are snakes and eels?
This was the spiritual bath after a black life.