You will never count when you
stitch the stars on a milking tree.
Nobody will cry. Nobody will laugh.

Was it an invasion of privacy?
You share the saliva with pursing
lips. The tall tree spins.

Was it the elixir of love
or the poison of life? Who will know?
The roots become deep and rich.

The blood rules in
dark. I know your hemlock.
There will be a riot of lips.

Give back my things
The sky of eyes. There was no
color assault. Irises were blind.

Let me walk on rose
thorns in sun. You will never know,
the fall of Niagara has stopped.

Wisdom of an ant
reminds of Socrates and his
sieves. Are you taking a call of god?

You will opt for silence
in a mausoleum to hear the lost
human voices, stuck on the wall.

It was an epic poem of
a hand in a hand to read the
music of eternal love.

It was defenceless,
the death of dreams. Why god
has lifted the sorrow of pain in eyes.

Open your inkpot, the
tears pay the price to purchase
the inner mercy after tasting venom.

Do you think I
possess everything. I want
to become Sisiphus with empty hands.

I have not done this
to me with a purpose to arrest the door
keeper. How can you live without kith and kin?

This is a tribute to the
pain of giving blood to a tree of thoughts
Was it a nightmare to write a poem?

Do you think the world
will die one day. Bloomers
will put the body in a cauldron?

Why do you forget to return
the debt? You think dangerously.
I will challenge the philosophy of crime.

Fighting my demons,
I watch, the god is buried daily. I walk
like a dead answer to confront a character.

Plato and Aristotle always
come to me. To know your heart, you
will love solitude to become a true man.

I want to sell my
thoughts, to feed my heart. Do not
come near the volcano.Lava is still hot.

The king was slaughtered
amids hawthorns. No one loves him after
death. I quote Kafka. Love comes back.

The fallibility is the truth.
Bones break, but the body
still runs like a jaguar.