Were you a ******,
I asked my poem? Unmitigated.
Don't tremble. I stand by.

After narcissism, love
opens the door. You were too naive.
Your thoughts levitate.

I redeem from my rebirth.
to distract from manipulation.
My legs move without asking.

Deep and black were
pains, making an arch to give you
presence of roses.

Portraying the slavery of
love. No need of heart's moon.
A thorn whisks away the wish.

I warn you to bury
the knife along with the burial of
my poems. I have never seen the blood.

A search of a tomcat
begins. The chaos of the gods has wrong
effects. Never ask the almighty, why to die.

Everything belongs to
you. Life was ungrateful. All the steps
had fault, but gay blessing goes on

Beware my love, I am
water, I am salt. The tears are in my
eyes. The crucifiction starts.

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.