Who was ready
for the truth, when the city burned.
A successful lie buries like an eel.

The telling. I am
dying. How can you not see? Where
you are moving towards beheading.

Coins for the temple.
But God was sleeping. My confidence
was shaken to take a rebirth.

In less moon days,
I will remove your love. Cracks
are appearing on the floor.

We are going to
become ash one day. The life
has become treacherous. You are not yourself.

Digging a gold coin
in a buried lake. You will see your
face when god refuses to come.

Did you make up, standing
with elephantiasis on the bank.
No reason. An invisible hand had pulled you.

Why is this pain, in
my and your eyes. In crippling light
the doors of love have been crossed.

How to worship the
holy body made of iron? It was not
an avenger after the fall of head.

It was a self-inflicted
wound. You live outside yourself.
Go inside to find the depth.

This was my faith
in the unknown. Do we have to
bargain for our truths?

When you see the beauty
of pain, you fall in love without
sensor of an agitated mind.

It was self-inflicted
wound. You live outside yourself.
Go inside to find the depth.

This was my faith
on unknown. Do we have to
bargain for our truths.

When you see the beasty
of pain, you fall in love without
sensor of agitated mind.

You were like a white
gold for nirvana. Unstoppable.
Running to get the meaning of love.

Unlocked, my empty
hands, hold only the pen. This was
the agony of exile.

The water slips from the
eyes. The angel was secular. The torture
of standing in dark hurts. Which house was burning?

What you heard was
not true. I am writing my will
after you lost charisma.

I am dying daily after
reading the smoke signs
coming out of your books.

Can you sing the
Ghazal of Ghalib? How will you
agree when you don't want to agree?