An ageless curse bites.
You make it hard. O my pride,
I am changing the course of life.

A pinch of salt worsens
the taste of love. A knife kindles
the moon. The beads were falling.

The bullet has a cause.
You open the chest. Centuries get
ready for a moment of pause.

I think, again I think, not
a cheat to make a better, another
world. God, will you oversee?

My assets are truths,
existence and pain. A talented man
remains a fool to become a leader.

You do not want to become
something. This will draw a boundary.
A flying bird will not stop anywhere.

Sometimes death
waits. You want to be loved again by
the dying horse of the sun.

You were reading Kafka
to know the meaning of life. The voice of
the black earth calls to see the hollow graves.

What you say I don't
understand. There were many moons and
suns. I want only one black hole

Between lie and truth, let
me celebrate my mindset after killing my
consciousness, I am going to become a vagabond.

The artless love freaks out.
There was always a full stop after the
moon's death. Do you hear the weird thing?

History walks again on the sun path.
Between blood and bones of faith, war begins.
The myth will not explain the unexplained.

This was an elegy for a
fallen tree. Salt of my body collects on
the skin. An aphrodite walks on the ****** trail.

The daughter of the moon
cries gently. Under the snow storm,
what was the legacy of hiding the sun?

You rise like a volcano
to engage me. Put the thoughts in
mind-space to communicate with your soul.

Pardon my Alter Ego.
My poems fall like snow from the
eyes like jewels of thoughts and tears.

The words deem meaning
of about turn. Each truth cries. I will
go away with light in lonely sky.

A nameless pain takes
revenge. Why do we start the beginning
of living burial in the dark lake?

An apparition cultivated, was
a treason? You started brewing the light in
front of me impacted.

Very close to the moon
exquisitely? What do you see beyond
the end? Why did you turn into a beast?

Who will raise the voice
against the watchman of heaven? Will you
shed the penultimate ornaments?

Complicity was ****
Glass windows always betray the
contours of truth. Pain starts screaming.

The silence has many
roots. Why were you born in this
century? Afternoon was cool in black sun

The paradox of wordless
reality has many shades. Religion and
crimes have come nearer. I will stop praying.

You want to preserve the immortal
flame. Everything is to be left in the universe
when you close the door.

At this moment you
should be living with empty hands.
Only the metaphors would survive.

A little woman becomes a
goddess, wants to go into blue water
to search the rare living gems.

Distances are increasing
to strip quietly. I will act when
the time comes for the demotion.

My song comes from
a deep pit of burning coals, after
the death of truth. All the cicadas scream.

Can you write like me,
when the pen dips in blood to
forget the speech of god?

The breaths miss. I
look into your eyes. The natural
heart beats were losing the rhythm.

Would you go into the
gold mine? I started liking you.
Did you cross the boundaries of love?

Pain will not find you.
You come like a prayer. Moon's
ancestry has failed in the sun's path.

Light a candle. It burns
white in a black stormless garden
******* the anger of water.

What do you do with
my poems? Where will the libido
go? Something has been left behind?

Ah, my friend, what is
relationship in a millennium ?Was it
a song to a lone nightingale?

The eternal pain exploited.
I don't belong to me. A hiatus breaks
the emaciated trust. I want to quote Socrates.

At night you come to
unroll the red carpet to dwell in my
tears, accosted by blind light.

Will you burn the past?
There was no dearth of bleeding.
hearts. Weeping willows start laughing.

You lived in me.
Pure words. Passion changes the
climate, when death is in the care of flowers.

You are playing a
pivotal role to mix hate and love.
Meanwhile I search for the light in darkness.

Ah, grace was not enough
What is mercy? We forget our religion.
Can you recite the sacred mantras?

Terrified. Something great,
unknown of lips and kisses, chewing
bitter hawthorn. But we two think separately.

Years are becoming very
small. They're like jaguars without
hooves. I drink from your hands.

I was losing weight
of truth. The masses of glory are
no more first to leave the garden of bones.

Deep gaping. For that
you go to eat fire like cassowary.
The dragonflies float to hunt the stars.

My voice will not die
after the call of the sky. Where is requiem?
Has the hate been buried in water?

I will survive with
kingfishers, though hurt in catching
the stones, while making a wall of flowers.

I have lived my poems.
The truth walks between knowledge
and existence. In split -second comes moon.

It filters the metaphysics
What pain I have, not asked for it.
The mud stream moves on to ****.

What my love was, to
do any sin. Make a red comet to
burn away my wax palace.

Pain of the day. I hurt
myself. You pretend. At first I slip.
Then the snowdrop bends me.

I will not break in
the sounds of love. You listen to the
fall of a vagabond moon in water.

The starved leaves whistle.
Will you talk with the wind? You hear
the voices of the body in hollow land?

Who ups the ante,
if you don't exist to catch the song
of sorrow to become immortal.

For a thousand years, the
iris waits for the light to dig and
redress the memory of gone spring.

The deaf and dumb leads
the voices coming from the active volcano
where the sparks are throwing lava.

What else you will
give me, after you shot down a
parrot, eating a pomegranate.

I am rewriting the
pain of the unheard birth of a
promise to die again.

It was a visual ******
of the signatures to build a
mausoleum of a disappeared deity.

A candle burns in the
eyes. It is my quivering poem. A broken
sun. Will give you a gift of the moon.

Covered with flames. You
will become a comet. Ice, rocks, dust and
the water. You will weep without tears.

Are you everything? Blue
berries are blooming. I converse with
flowers of wilting roses.

These are black days
in purple cubes. My intimate poems
were still nascent, accounted for.

You become Mimosa pudica
in the cusp of liberty. You have emptied
yourself by sending god to other religions.

Tell you, I may forget me,
but will not forgive me. When I left my coat,
our ancestors were already gone unspoken.

The words are flying
away, enigmatically. There was a
family of god. Is the end drawing near?

Half- way you are talking
about sequences. Oceans are on fire.
A weak voice cries. I don't want to die

Who will call from the future?
The night will dance for the solar eclipse.
Don't touch me. I will not melt.

Exploring the voyage of
a stairway. The trees would take
to learn the truth in the dark.

The mercy of water
speaks. We will not talk about
the ending of a trip in space.

The moral face appears
again in lingual pain. The dumb skin
chokes the trigger. No thought survives.

It was perseverance.
My flesh was Pi. You have discovered.
me in reverence for abrasion.

You run short of love.
Plus makes the truth. Pain creeps out
from the brown eyes of your face.

The smoke covers the
melted heart, when you walk. Moon climbs
down to meet the rival on earth.

When the trigger goes
upside down, the rage attacks on
you, though imperfectly.

You don't wanna come
where there is sun. A prudent pain
won't sit in the cool shade.

Step out from the memes.
Unleash the meanings of my words,
where you want to live.

In dark circles. You
were the target Plato sits at the
door. Socrates starts drinking hemlock.

The pain of orbiting was
very deep. The jasmine smell won't go.
The Ghost's steps were afraid to move.

No bell to ring. In
crystals I catch the red lips of
moon. The blue berries become sweet.

I will not pick your
cherries. O god, neither you kiss
nor you remove your lips.

Sitting on a rainbow you
send the wolves to catch the rabbits.
Butterflies are happy to fly away.

You will come to rescue me,
when the king cobra raises his head.
But I was ready to sip the venom.

The real you comes on the
tip toe. It blows the mind. What was that?
A thought? Things are happening.

The fog is rising. You
didn't warn me. I was standing
a candle in the wind.

It would happen. I will
ask you to do makeup. We are
talking of the integrity of dying.

Give back my name.
You brutalize me by your big size.
The language of love needs transcription.

Violence mesmerizes you
to indigo. What kind of a gene turns
you into an animal for blood rhythm.

It is evening from
house to house. Under the fading
sunlight. I will invite Venus.

Pariah. Are you ready to take
revenge? You send credible hits.

Doing Violence to roses. Don't
remove the thorns. The moon bleeds .

Bare-foot I walk towards the
god, without the temple. You bring bricks,

O my angel your wings look
*****. The stings will stop you eating dust.

You will not fly now. Sky was
turning red. Sun was shaking head.

You were trying to become
the truth Can I become a god of stones?
It was a clear faith in Satan.

Who sends the black
magic to turn a man into religion?
I have my own words to translate.

There was a quarrel between
moon and the Bodhi tree. Only the shadow
of the Bo tree bleeds, when you **** the moon.

In my soreness and
shadow, the poem speaks. In bleached
eyes, you burn without sparks.

The despondent moon
will unsee the sunset and barge
in the lake. A lone tree starts trembling.

It was scary to count
the stars, one by one entering the black
hole. There was no mercy.

Why are you in snow-clad
to see the talking of flowers. The present
time has become revengeful.

Let the darkness come in.
You will search the light in the eyes
of flying, blind golden eagles.

I am not in a hurry to
meet the end. I have to clear a lot
of debts out of the blue. Let the judgment start.

Tethered to the Bo tree,
first I see you, then I don't. Silence was
my strength between you and me

Water in water gives you
a mirror of greying heart in heart. that
never stops the beat even after death.

Can you sing in pain?
The blood blocks the voice of god
birthing in the twilight of my faults.

Let me go away from you
and from your hugs. The kitchen was ready
to bake you in moonlight.

I had decided to remove
my thumbs. World was going to
win to burn the books for a cult.

The author sits quietly.
Smiles at poison in milk. Why does she
want to play with the asps like Cleopatra?

This was paradise.
I will meet death in life and you
will find life in death.

No one was legal.
I am writing a poem on fire. My
earth explodes when truth cries.

The kiss of the moon was
short lived. I stood on the burning
boat to slap the sea.

Though it is always
summer between us, I will mend
the broken heart, under grey clouds.

Why the midnight landscape.
looks beautiful? The lonely eyes blink
to identify the shadows.

I will love you too
long. O God, why I remained
unchanged, the blood changes the color.

An unborn poem wants
a name to make a poet of me
to discover the black truths.

To lacerate, the moon was
running shirtless. Why was there
devastation of culture. religion and morality?

What was the merit of
karma? You were digging the farm land
to bring out all the grave sins.

Signs are appearing
again for the emotional turn. The
testosterone proves the nostalgia.

Emotive you sleep on the
grass and your eyes are gouged by
the sun. Death by thousand stings.

Let us find some space
between us. You will survive like
Sappho. A ****** is created by me.

When you are accepting
your defeats between blue and black,
no bird sings. The tornado quietens.

End to end I meet
gods of criminals. Do you unwrap
the truth from the bite of a viper?

Diversity of the human
kind will always come to war.
Nobody can decide who will win?

There was something
metaphysical. Nostalgia? A dumb
pain comes on the surface.

Was Existential love
important? An architect has fractured
designs. A fossil wants to embrace me.

Captive thoughts will
revolt. You want to find yourself.
I will drink Yerba Santa.

This was a gamble of
the incarnation taking its first step
with no birthday pain.

A beautiful smile to react
with my voiceless noise, the book
of an unprinted epic of grief.

Your love and my love
of occult embraces. Partition of the
unwritten pride of saga.

Afraid to die in your
fever. I am very hot, staring at
the end. You made the first move.

Love has many names.
The moon was hurt. Dragging himself
after the rainbow collapsed.

Single set of pains
repeats the story of fallen Himalayas.
The frozen pride has started melting.

It was raining blood.
I am frozen. No paternal gene.
Silence was weird. A cake.

Don't stand in the line
of ****. What a name can do? It becomes
dangerous. Needed self- restraint.

What was claimed? I
want the milk of you. I am impacted. No
war. Every pain deceives, like stray moon.

You are pinned on the
board to don the cap of watchman.
Jasmines go nomads.

To alter the nomenclature
of pain, to take a nap in the rose
garden. You cannot move a mouse.

Violets are raising hands.
The voices are dim. It is getting
dark. Two small eyes roam.

The beast was dead
in my bones. I can't quit
the house of blood.

The spirit remains
young, like the white lily
of the swaying pond.

Can you come out
of yourself and become my
acclaimed prodigy?

What was the deal with
Zen? Words are disappearing from
mind. Behind you there was a long shadow.

It was easy to bury
morality at the bank of a river.
I am digging out the god.

I give you a blood flower
moon. Awash with woods, I am selling
life very cheap. Who Was rich?

Half-burnt, I am
raising my hand and my poems are
working crossing the pains.

The collected suicide
of the nightingales have given the worry.
I am living in the desert of love.

Humankind is becoming
rare. The tulips have started
talking. Why the blood spots are appearing?

Horror, how big it was?
Watching the dead bodies floating on
the river. A voice screams. Dearth said mercy.

Looking at the truth of
pain, the end smiles. Then who killed
oneself? Right to **** was not religion.

What can be the last wish
of a stone buried in the grave of a
resuscitated angel after the death?