A crowd of gold
diggers. It was a risque. The lineage
leaks. Blue blood remains unhinged.

I refuse to learn.
Illusion hangs off me. Who said live
dangerously? You are walking on rose petals.

Where will my pain go?
Each word becomes an alpin to draw
the blood to write a poem.

Between blue and black
the moon peaks in harsh winter.
Are you in the emergence stage?

Give me the sacred
water. I want to salute the eternal
beauty. I was an observer.

The butterflies dance.
to celebrate earth's marriage.
Ganges invites all the followers.

I cannot do this,
cutting my thumb, to build the broken
heart. A succinct story sits in the sun.

You ****** my peace
of third eye. Now I want to cover the
saga. The abstract will give torments.

Any confession plays the
trick. You are wounded without words.
It was the modernism of love?

O god, the time in your
moment dies to watch the nemesis.
I pick the snakes between man and cheetah.

Your pride if wronged
bleeds in my poems. We all are destroyed
by changing the name of Supernova.

Sometimes the god turns
into a fakir to share the agony of human spirits.
After all it was your creation.

O god, the time in your
moment dies to watch the nemesis.
I pick the snakes between man and cheetah.

Your pride if wronged
bleeds in my poems. We all are destroyed
by changing the name of Supernova.

Sometimes the god turns
into a fakir to share the agony of human spirits.
After all it was your creation.

What you want to
say? A shocker to dismember
the life to find a rapture?

Crossing the greens
of truth from lip to lip the tears
stand. Why do you live to save an ant?

Lame duck will go for an
ambush? What was in isometric
love? My bones stand for justice.

When I was laughing,
I lost my poems. After the iron grip of
venom and fangs there was revelation.

Are you a good listener?
Great poets are on the return. My
thumb prints the key to open the mausoleum.

Will you see the truth
of ****** of a prayer and the questioner
comes to know the flowing blood.