Rethinking. Can
we reverse our love? I will
write my poems in blood.

To convey the intensity
of truth. The contents of the template
gives a strong picture.

What is the life of one's
undying spirit? Something
is the homecoming of pain.

When you were not
cool, the Agni burns. So quietly and silently
peace exists in your heart.

Do you respect yourself
when you are hungry. The moon
divorces the water and blames the sun..

The beginning of love
honours death. Tears and laughter
have different spirits to live.

It was difficult
knowing you were playing with cheetahs.
No apology. A secret tunnel is formed.

A dance of the peacock
brings the sky down, which will not
climb the tree to catch the moon.

The mayhem starts
in the galaxy for a naive sun in the corner,
burning itself but giving the light.

Let us go to search
sleep after drawing a tree near the river
to drink the empty glass of hemlock.

A feeling crawls on
the bed of rose petals and thorns. Love
and betrayal exist. No confessional sparks.

The almost faith that
leaves your footprints for the tigers
to catch us. But I was sailing on clouds.

I go mad when the moon
comes near me.
How dare you flame?

Such love. You
prepare to walk on the burning
coals, challenging the deep ocean.

When the boat sinks,
I will carry you like butterfly
in the hand to meet the creator.

Do not display your
shadow, Come back. You select your
mistakes and get ready for your Niagra falls.

When the pyre catches
fire, your personality disappears
to touch the flow of blood. Learn to live.

The return of the moon
like a ghost to collect the venom.
Like a child you want to taste.

My soul's half, leave
me alone. Things drop from
my hands, not you.

You become always a
new word in my poems
I will cover inequality.

Will you deceive me
one day like the god without
a temple on road?