You were petrified in the
borough of my world. The otherness
and agile arms, I grant you pain.

The space and the
light in the tunnel take you to the end
of awashed black stones.

This was ample, my
abundance of hugging. Sometimes I call you
monarch, sitting high to see the dried lake.

No words come to me.
My thoughts have no sentences.
My feelings melt in you O god.

How long I will meet you
as if you are only my shadow
in the water of the well.

Do I catch myself
in the dark, when only wind
is kissing, before I light the lamp?

When you plant the
crimes, the song of stone reaches
ripeness. The blood seeds come.

Why is aging destroying
everything? Mushrooms are saddened.
The fumes are rising again.

A cancerous lesion was
yours in burning days. The skin
is changing color. You have to explain.

Let us talk. Pen
for pen, eye for eye, enchanting
the words. A Buddhist angle will help.

The disengagement
gives peace. Like Pine nuts. We
would not think of separation.

We play in and out
singing for glowing in night.
assuring from the broken magic.

After the broken
heart there were imprints of the kisses
on the ruins of love.

On a dark day I
counted the spots. You had
edge being in standing water.

No room left to dig in
any dead poem. The undiluted
pain starts boiling.

I will speak less
when words exhaust to find
the meaning of life.

Break a heart to droop
the pride of a climbing pink
rose on the white wall.

What was left in
my brown eyes to see a river
weeping in the desert.

Impeccable. Your
body is not your own. You work
with me to find the soul in place.

In unconsciousness
dark voices become music. What
have you left behind in your heart?

How not to grieve?
I am searching for light in the garden
of dying love, in the hands of the moon.

No reason to sleep
without eyes shut. A candle walks
to measure the contours of the moon.

The pink eyes of flames
start firing on the water
to spark the poetry of the deacon.

We will come back
to the burning ghat to bow down and
the urgency of going home.

Why dysphoria in
opportunity? A vicious attack kills
a living stone.

A thief will take
away the shoes of love. It was
a lingo of changing the names.

I will not declare
my belief in naming or being proud
of the legs of a sitting god.

Waiting for you in
dark before the second moon
comes. Timeless pain casts shadow.

Can you find human
knowledge somewhere for me? The
small pause slips between us.

I want to listen again
Beethoven and watch Van Mogh,
mesmerized. Why love disappeared?

Your sadness was sleeping
in my poems. A very scary scene
to wash the wounds of denial.

Never the varicose can
climb the heart, when herons come
back home one by one in white.

You want to lift the
hollow legs to tree birds like
nightingales. It was a validated ****.

Not afraid in
love to carry the burning coals
on palm to ignite the moon.

It sparks the eyes
of the Irish in the dark. The tears return
from the sinking home.

You always need a
weapon to multiply the stars
of **** pains in the heart of the ocean.

You fell for a hanging
love of an unknown. Yes and yes
you go for a kiss through the fog.

Lurking in dark, you
chase me to collect the gender of
moon. Second genesis comes on the surface.

So it was congenital,
my pain of sinking in flames of
love. Roses always scented.

This was a pain night.
All the candles have refused to burn
on the weeping path.

Differences with love
of a blind river not meeting the ocean,
and enters into a desert of cacti.

Is it the way to
invite God to make other humans with
not the knowledge of killing?

My closing words were
said, the land was sinking under your
feet. I will go into melancholy.

You were partnering my
tears. How does it turn lousy? Rosary
of thorns? Don't make your own funeral.

When God is angry, life
itself will take a nemesis. You stand
alone when it rains from a broken heart.

Coming to flawless, you
become blind like Iris searching the
sunflower at night. Was it the end of the moon?

After the light, in
moments of separation, death
salutes the dust to honour the embrace.

O king of the tears, I touch
your rain of red drops. The philosophy
of give and take was dead.

Only two words you
need to die or live. Do not love you
O god. When Ganges will meet you?

Ethics, science and
religion are searching for peace. I had
asked for the distance not absence.

I understand, I am
killing myself for the sake of the
moon falling on the burning lake.

It was not you. Poetry
was sufficient to give a soothing embrace.
You will peek through the words.

Pain and utopia.
The boundary was vague. You need a musical
excuse for the evolution of love.

Rosetta stone comes back.
Who were to appease the unseen gods
carrying the weapons to stop war?

Your color was changing.

Sometimes I wake up at
midnight to feel your breath.
Why does it happen?

Sustained Artemesia.
Deadly poison. I loved to know it.
My head aches when I
think of my destiny.

The vision fails. You
collect the shards of crashed
chandeliers, which enter your eyes.

Agile thoughts restart
the song to drink moon.
Where are you?

There was something
more in comparison to eternal
love. It was a golden trap.

Between explicit and
covered meaning I want to see
you as you are. One long time will dedicate love.

Nobody likes a lesson.
I see myself empty. Will not collect
the tears of a tall tree to cut down.

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?

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?

I am not your
truth. Time filters.
Wait until I change.

Trapped, we fell
together, centuries back
at the edge of the moon.

When I ask who
you are. You become my
shadow under the sun.

Can you see yourself
from my eyes in the dark?
The moon will not help.

Your face tells the
truth of timeless pain. Why
did you keep the viper in bed?

And then the blood
oozes from the pores. Was it the
punishment of not believing?

You are in a furnace
to tell the truth. A nomadic face
wants to satisfy the sun god.

Being a fast runner
when the earthquake was shaking
the beauty of god, you were talking with monsters.

How many souls were
in you? Your body has many blocks for
the angels to struggle to survive independently.

It is your art.
Be here with me. For love in love.
You are in a rational mood.

Let the metaphysics
prevail. The silence will not spike.
Pain would be meaningless.

You are rewarded by
zero space. And you are flying to
imitate an eagle endless.

A thought ****** again
and again. I cannot hear your
footfalls. In twilight, moon―

Comes, hugs you and
jumps into burning lake.
My ancient pain stands before me.

I have come faraway
from your home. My hand tremble
when I write your name on water.

You could not keep pace
with me. I wanted to give you what
I did not have. I don't like tears.

Do not fall in love.
My heart breaks when it snows
and the viruses laugh.

A periodic pain hurts.
When would science fail and
philosophy start music?

Shortcoming hopes
were fading. Cuss words work.
The nation moves a few feet.

You drink the water
with your hands and break the glass.
What religion will adore the kismat?

You forget the karma.
The repentation passes through you.
I allow the rhythm to accept lineage.

I would not make
excuses. My nothingness let
me go beyond myself.

Sometimes I ask
otherself, why I find you in
pain and sorrow in love and peace.

Will you find freedom
from change, from power
and slavery of the past?

It is humility, when
you can carry in your hand a scorpion ?
A race against love?

I cannot revert the
punishment. Why blue spots on
the body remind me of the hurts?

Do not give me a sacred
sloka. I repeat my victory on your
lips. Two friends become one.

What has happened?
A severed head falls from the sky.
Who wants to sit down and weep?

A dark pink eye in
warm screen explains the door
opens for black roses on white thorns.

A frugal pain explodes.
Why does humanity call the name?
Will we swipe off the truth?

You picked the moonlily
without asking the moon to kiss
the Apollo moon and daisy.

Ariel the lion of Cod
God comes down to smell the man
Are we worthy to save from the earth quake?

The ocean will not sleep.
But what inspires the poetry? No pen
or paper. Who writes on the heart.

Self-imposed, I
have stopped reading the holy
books. I am studying the people.

One day I will win
myself. When my house burns, there
is no human factor to bring water.

What you are, and
me? If you talk to yourself, you
will find the absolute truth.

Restrained. A day
wasted again to find the truth
of pearl without oyster.

Go ahead. You will
not cross anything. Stealth hurts. You
will suffer silently. A love within a love.

Go, when you walk
on hands in sleep. It was the heart bleeding
for jasmines in the sun falling on dust.

I will evoke your
buried sufferings to meet god.
I am through my stanzas poems.

A swollen eye mites
while running after a peacock.
Someone has poisoned the tail.

With whom I should
talk about the black sins. There
is nothing left in empty hands.

I have nothing to give
except my heart to live in your
eyes. I will not tell what I will do.

Near god some saboteurs,
or carnivores are awakened. It should
not have happened, would never be.

You author the ephemeral
muse, changing the times. You always see
the sun and moon sees you.

Every kiss has a
price. I love you green.
O Magnolia, I have nine lives.

This was the magic of
drooping eyes under the
sparks of a swaying moon.

Who says god was
very cruel. The goddess was
making beautiful dolls.