Something genderless
lives in me. My body was a screen.
The pain travels in blue veins.

When you are bathed
in tears, I become you. Is that true?
The procession rusticates the dharma.

Why coexistence starts
the fight domino style and
wears a living ghost to change the god.

Searching poetry in you,
the other name of life, when you hold
a firefly in your palm.

When the first tear
drops from the eyes of a sparrow
the poem is written in first light.

When you have no words
to say goodbye and lips try to say
without voice, the poem starts.

Wisdom reinvents.
You were burning yourself.
Just don't go my way.

It is the power game
you never played. You may
be sold out in a fish market.

Life demands a pound
of flesh. You walk on cinders
to reach the desert to find gold.

I have to write
but what? To feel I am something?
The magnesium will decide.

Which was an ode
to madness? The rapture has no age.
You want to be born like snow.

The lips have lost
the smile. Would ever the wounds
heal in the presence of faith?

This will be my gothic
poem after cogitation. My enigma
will wait till the grief brings the love.

The attachment was with a
Neptune, who had the silent funeral
after walking over the wall of pain.

Why do you make excuses
to continue your existence with a smoky face?
A sudden flare burnt the heart.

Have you made a
blunder? Your clandestine step
goes back, as if rising from dead.

What was the truth
this or that, jumping on the burning
pyre? Like standing on the trash mountain?

In your dreams, I will
come to pay back the blood of
bald eagle on final departure.

Time to make a sin.
The blood will not go back. Any
voice will become very dark.

The earth was an earth.
When my heart cries and the stones
make a beautiful temple.

My hands do not move
to catch the truth. The moon will
say, once the sun was my son.