I am not your
truth. Time filters.
Wait until I change.

Trapped, we fell
together, centuries back
at the edge of the moon.

When I ask who
you are. You become my
shadow under the sun.

Can you see yourself
from my eyes in the dark?
The moon will not help.

Your face tells the
truth of timeless pain. Why
did you keep the viper in bed?

And then the blood
oozes from the pores. Was it the
punishment of not believing?

You are in a furnace
to tell the truth. A nomadic face
wants to satisfy the sun god.

Being a fast runner
when the earthquake was shaking
the beauty of god, you were talking with monsters.

How many souls were
in you? Your body has many blocks for
the angels to struggle to survive independently.

It is your art.
Be here with me. For love in love.
You are in a rational mood.

Let the metaphysics
prevail. The silence will not spike.
Pain would be meaningless.

You are rewarded by
zero space. And you are flying to
imitate an eagle endless.

A thought ****** again
and again. I cannot hear your
footfalls. In twilight, moon―

Comes, hugs you and
jumps into burning lake.
My ancient pain stands before me.

I have come faraway
from your home. My hand tremble
when I write your name on water.

You could not keep pace
with me. I wanted to give you what
I did not have. I don't like tears.

Do not fall in love.
My heart breaks when it snows
and the viruses laugh.

A periodic pain hurts.
When would science fail and
philosophy start music?

Shortcoming hopes
were fading. Cuss words work.
The nation moves a few feet.

You drink the water
with your hands and break the glass.
What religion will adore the kismat?

You forget the karma.
The repentation passes through you.
I allow the rhythm to accept lineage.