I won't give up.
Don't throw the water on me.
I am playing with fire.

Killing quietly you
slither like a snake to change
the *** in honor of seizing power.

Why was death being
sold very cheap after the wrath?
Paper- thin love carries Himalayas.

When the singer forgets
his song, a pause mesmerizes. The
unseen suckers come on the stage.

What a savage attack, my honey
on a beautiful beehive. Is it not
insane to burn the nest of innocents?

Don't throw the dried
roses. No one was great. The words
will not get the answers.

Something is going to
hit your conscience. Time to go
silent. One should stop sinning.

How will you decide O god
to end the world ? The writing on
blackboard is wiped off.

Your sharpened nails,
O destiny shimmer like the moon, but
scratch the face of the sun.

The war still goes on.
I hugged the words. Would I abandon
the hungry savage life?

No one was going to stop
the pink fever from going up. Not to believe
in my confession of drinking blood.

Somewhere my poems will
never complete to tell my undying
super meteor of pain.

I will go away from me
to find your brutal intimacy. The
blood between us stopped to mix.

Not endangered to walk
with me in climbing a volcano. The
pain spectrum starts burning.

A slap of love will touch
you when the sun sets and the moon falls
in your rotating shut eyes.

With minimum solar
effect on black spots of war and
peace I needed little water for sanity.

I always weave dreams
to invite my moon, so that I can
see your beautiful eyes.

Don't go my angel back
to your abode in the deep sea.
Earth was burning. I am on fire.

The blind moon falls
in sea. Encounter breaks out in blue
green water and an enigma.

Don't look at me. Struggle
for power began after the
magnificent queen was dead.

You wear a talisman,
upside down unceremoniously,
to catch the violent heartbeats.