Beheading happens
in roses. Gods want to smell the
man, when the bubble bursts.

Transparency helps.
The blue lake fills up after years.
Why did I let you go away not to come?

This was the decline of love.
The tragedy has burned the face of
religion. Pain of stopped blood was heartbreaking.

Let me do what I want
to do, Lights on the street are gone
and I have to meet my last hope.

Don't bring any wealth
before my eyes. I become blind.
Will not be able to read God's verdict.

Where is my
universal pain? I want to walk in
burning woods to find sacred seeds.

I was collecting
the stars to welcome you but
there were left unspoken words.

There was no grit
present in the rocks. No reason
comes to paint love blue.

Trees were talking.
Can we seal the borders of pain?
Who were the vectors of death?

Again I sat down to
open the book of sufferings. What is
equation of a corpse and the god?

What was a unique
morph from Kalidas to Beethoven?
Read the best thoughts of Vedanta.

Why did you fall on fire?
Walk slowly on ice, which was not
corrupt. Her colour is pure white.

Where do I go now?
The Sky is burning and larks are
invoking unheard screams.

In crisis you bow out.
I want to stop breaking hearts.
O colossus, violence is rising.

On the wall sits a buddha
in prayer. He wants to make
peace. I dream to commit suicide.

Loneliness. The bee
bites. An instinct was to meet
now the sting of love.

If I survive, will you
pay the price of keeping death at bay?
Where has the pain of Venus gone?

Beyond the fable
lie the tears of a broken rock
getting ready to meet the clay.

Never- before you had
come on my wall. The flash point
was seething with boiling plasma.

A blood bath repeats
the history of violent empires. The
implosion comes with ingenuity.

Speaking less brings the
judgement of wise pains. In rapture.
love proves thicker than blood.