What I need now?
Except, the broken glass. The
love has spilled the venom.

You will not drink the
moon, conjured. The gold intervenes.
And counting of bricks begins.

What was the authentic
hate? Because the lips leave the prints
of a viper. The book starts burning.

In a massive attack
of pain you jumped to celebrate
the sins. The aura was magnified.

Why to be arraigned
the falling star in sea to start the
water burial of truth for ever.

I will not ignite
the heap of wood, till I talk with
the soul. Why do you want to go with the dead?

In sadness, a cuckoo
sings. Does not want to lay eggs in
others' nest. What is the secret of undying?

In my rival's eyes, my
name was written in blood. Give
something to hurt me. My poetica shines.

I want to feel like
a beautiful cherry weeping tree
with limp branches touching the earth.

Watching in the
dark. My pain was a big pain, came
after the solo attack of flowers.

No indictment. The
local body suffers for hush love.
The prayers forget the gods.

In **** water, the
soul takes a bath and then enters
the dead who wants to live.

In the loneliness, it should never
be. Why do you always love the death
of roses to bury the beautiful past.

No help of any elegy.
It was separated after the fugitive
tornado, as light on the moon.

Water and Agni, I play
with both, like tears and smiles.
My name always tells the truth.

To see every one, listen
and to find the true blood to
bury in water forever.

Perhaps arrogance
spoils the sanctity of courage.
Pray for the unknown to come.

Don't burn the night.
You cannot stop the hour of uncertainty.
Not this pain was mine, not yours.

You don't walk with
the time opening the heart. Somewhere
the earth cracks in the dark age.

Is it the end coming?
I will be taking an aim at the
moon. There was a fear of homicide.

At my ninety I plan an
apology. The myths are still surrounding
me. This is the language of cheetahs.