Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars
to reach the moon at night.

Anxiety of name.
How to draw the figure of
god who was a giver.

It was your decision
to abandon the earth for
a golden chair to sit.

Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars
to reach the moon at night.

Anxiety of name.
How to draw the figure of
god who was a giver.

It was your decision
to abandon the earth for
a golden chair to sit.

Myth of my path was
weird. It does not take a turn. Only
stops midway. You can take hemlock.

I peel off the light
of the moon. Now you can walk under
the stars like a bride.

When the pain stops,
nobody knows. The penultimate
narrates the endless rain of tears.

You want to offer
your eyes to celebrate the ceremony
of the break up of life in the bright sun.

What will the flesh
say to the soul? What was the wish of God,
cutting the sky in small temples?

How to disobey your
death? The shepherd was lost to
sheep. You forgot your home?

I'm here, not
there, where you are not. Who
gives the life to a stone?

Let me read your
heart. I want to know what you
think. When life betrays.

And you want to
gamble. The water and Agni
move away from each other to know god.

When will your lips
move? Nothing comes to my heart.
Avoidance hurts the mind.

There is some lie
in the truths, and truth in some lies.
So it is difficult to balance the god.

I am eager to read
clarity in the ***** water. The arguments
were always wrong.

Thoughtless, feet
of clay carry you to ocean
of fire. How your boat will sail?

Why do you take your
life for the sake of migratory
birds that fly away in winter?

Let the humming
birds come back. I have to
understand staying in flight.