The first shot was
visceral to synchronize the zenith
and a plunge. The proxy invites disaster.

In my rare agony, I
have poured my lava of pain. I want
to scream to collect all the moments.

You imitate a sword to cut
from both the sides Will angels
live in heaven?

Today I wept. It was
not my pain. Was it a right to ******?
If you were me, would you stand on the pyre?

Unequivocal, someone
commits suicide. The swaying body
tells the history of home.

Vultures are sitting in
a group. Why one has died because
of the debt? God would pay off?

A biological split
divides the water of a well to
become weaponize.

A riverbed bed comes
up to see the result. It has
brought the lotus from the mud.

The ocean has a very
deepstay. Earth was not sliding.
The man returns to collect the pearls.

Stone heart, in my sleep
you come to study the falling power
of love to clear the black board.

Where do I go to
find peace? People are swallowing
the burning coals. Very sweet.

My poems sweep. One by
one I am dropping my possessions
to become a fakir, going near god.

You are not what
love was. The moon never sets
to burn the barn. A god may arrive.

The kissed mark is
still glowing, making a birth
mark of an unknown deity.

I will call the property
of the priest to make full the
jar of tears after the death of the sun.

Building my ruins
again. There was no pain out
of love. Unreality was valid.

My voice is changing to
recuse the black thoughts. No
moon comes near me any more.

I want to become as
I was, to renew the nakedness of
truth. Life has made it *****.

A wordless suffering
is in the grip of werewolf.You
wear the brain to place the agony.

The pain unfinds you.
A poignant feeling to share the
gift of understanding the poems.

I would miss the
spoken words of the sky,that there is
no ending of stars. Better to live on earth.

I am your crime
You are my sin. No guilt to ****
the shadow king. But art of life continues.

How many times
does the blood flow? The time goes
backward to know. We learned any time?

Your flesh is disappearing.
to expose the bones of our culture.
The skin still has the god's signature.

I am taking birth
again on singed coals.The grinding
will light the colored sparks.

The tyranny gives
up fangs one day to get stigma
washed. The windows have been changed

My philosophy gambles.
Has no hypothesis to improve the
world. I want to burn the results.

My home is lost in
you, without teaching. The
school is closed. It gives relief.

The point of view
disappears. The eternity of one
moment, will bring the god to tears.

Everyday I feel pain.
The cleanliness of mind will
give you freedom to dig a black hole.

You wait for me
to learn the corridor going
to marbled stone god. This was my faith.

Only the pain of ravens
was true. It was not black as their
feathers were dark. Look, someone is watching.

I cannot bid goodbye
to myself. I am alive in all my poems,
singing as white as the moon.

The misery was in you,
as an element of energy to display
the dimorphism of erotica.

When I asked you to
stand, you stood, as a transcendent
for a rare empirical love.

Where was the big
field to **** the dancing mannequins?
It was a celestial game for the assassin.

Bringing the pen down
I won't chew the words, and carve them
on my chest. I Love you.

Life translates the pain
into black ink. It was a sulphur
spring. Hot gates of love were shut down.

Blood waves come and
go. I leave my footprints on the sands.
Here I meet my goddess, who will swipe them.

I have emptied everything
to confront the truth. Humanity
suffers in identical pains.

Enough was not enough.
The smoke is rising without flames.The
picture is always the same.

Homecoming was becoming
hoax. The ashes are still covering
the small temple. Questions have no answer.

I ask the tiger woman,
what is the only truth of man?
Mitigated or unmitigated?

Will you tell mehow
to meet death without pain?
Because certainty becomes uncertainty.

Trivial happiness is
very costly. The enlightened
knowledge collapses like Greeks.

My thinking takes a
turn. An artist speaks inside me.
I am not creating a fancy poem.

My neighbour wants to
climb the wall, not of Sartra. Not
speaking lies to me

All my life, I remained
confused in understanding the
world. It was my spiritual superstition.

You are not complete.
I have to fix the steps to climb.
The moral intensity has no choice.

Wealth of truth is
buried in me daily. Above all my
existence flies away like a torn Rupee note.

Where is the clarity
of the motif? The question is how to
cross the god in darkness?

Am I sleeping without
shutting my eyes? To foresee the
untouchable sun hiding behind the wall.

Where is my straightaway
pen to describe the trusted entry
into your brain to discover love.

My journey revolves
around you to make it happen to
fall in the book of my poems.

You need a permanent
truth. I don't want to learn anything.
My world is not sober.

I am meeting Buddha
daily. How to take out the blood
from the dead god? The bones melt.

At random, one chooses
hemlockbetter than you putting your
hand in a vessel full of venomous snakes.

You will never count when you
stitch the stars on a milking tree.
Nobody will cry. Nobody will laugh.

Was it an invasion of privacy?
You share the saliva with pursing
lips. The tall tree spins.

Was it the elixir of love
or the poison of life? Who will know?
The roots become deep and rich.

The blood rules in
dark. I know your hemlock.
There will be a riot of lips.

Give back my things
The sky of eyes. There was no
color assault. Irises were blind.

Let me walk on rose
thorns in sun. You will never know,
the fall of Niagara has stopped.

Wisdom of an ant
reminds of Socrates and his
sieves. Are you taking a call of god?

You will opt for silence
in a mausoleum to hear the lost
human voices, stuck on the wall.

It was an epic poem of
a hand in a hand to read the
music of eternal love.

It was defenceless,
the death of dreams. Why god
has lifted the sorrow of pain in eyes.

Open your inkpot, the
tears pay the price to purchase
the inner mercy after tasting venom.

Do you think I
possess everything. I want
to become Sisiphus with empty hands.

I have not done this
to me with a purpose to arrest the door
keeper. How can you live without kith and kin?

This is a tribute to the
pain of giving blood to a tree of thoughts
Was it a nightmare to write a poem?

Do you think the world
will die one day. Bloomers
will put the body in a cauldron?

Why do you forget to return
the debt? You think dangerously.
I will challenge the philosophy of crime.

Fighting my demons,
I watch, the god is buried daily. I walk
like a dead answer to confront a character.

Plato and Aristotle always
come to me. To know your heart, you
will love solitude to become a true man.

I want to sell my
thoughts, to feed my heart. Do not
come near the volcano.Lava is still hot.

The king was slaughtered
amids hawthorns. No one loves him after
death. I quote Kafka. Love comes back.

The fallibility is the truth.
Bones break, but the body
still runs like a jaguar.

Had annexed small
things. I am climbing god
without display like a fascist.

Who was a citizen
in no country. You demonize
all the good men telling the truth.

My habits are shining.
I am forgetting myself to become
an ethnic, not praying embrace.

For a patch of happiness
you rushed into the arms
of clouds. Only to fall back with tears.
The glazing authority of moon
hangs on the poverty of spiked wisdom.
Betrayal is the norm of celestial thinking;
how can you accept a dropp of death?

What is your motive
in watching the pain?
A path, a tunnel,
a precipice. The collage of purity
has the innocence of sorrow.
And truth, sails like a phoenix.
There is complete silence.
The flameless fire collapses
lapping up the anger.

Pouring out all the heart beats,
emptying the mind
darkness lowers the wheels
between muscles and bones.
Your body is eaten half by dusty thoughts.
Claustrophobia chokes the little stanzas
you are afraid, some one cares for you.

Erotica will ******
the walking fern. Between stamens
and stigma style sways.

The pollens have something
to say to the moon. Why is moonlight
opening the eyes of blue china rose?

This was very incredible.
Love has many faces. But the
obsession always bites cobra.

It was the geometry of the
circle. Something was fishy in collecting
the knowledge of undying. You were your enemy.

You say time to become
warrior. Spell it out, the ****** of
unarmed black birds.

You must move. Don't
stand like a milestone. Will you try avant-garde
to read the footprint of tall humans?

Today it is pain vs. pain. Some times
it is difficult to taste the words. How many
lives will pass through many slurs?

Between the instinct and the
genius stands a wall. Memory will swipe
away the war of blood and salt.

Ah the incendiary mind
of a broken man will give a parting
kiss of natural end.

I ask the kismet,
do you know how to die? It inundated
my heart and tired eyes.

Ah, the civility begs
the ending. You have to learn
from the burning pyre. It is sanctimonious.

The day becomes very long.
The Sun fails to dip and the ocean has
all the organisms blind in deep.

Asphyxia. Too many
words. They scream. The voices
dominate. Truth dies. New cults

Your mind revolves
The debt of unknown handsfor
human suffering belongs to rich temples.

In your half shut eyes
I will encounter your tears. One
day my impatience will come out.

Sitting alone, in the pain
I am eating a fallen fruit, like an old
memory. The tree helps the blindness.

Agony becomes the words in
war of attrition. Dopamine does not change
the religion, morphs into a lone star.

A dream throws you from
the immigrant moon. No land was
accepting him to stay in foreign place.

Love was a morphed pain.
You suffer to meet the foot drops.
The piety swims without water.

Have you ever finished
the desire of a dying man? The ashes
remind of the revenge of flames.

Oh god, can the light
come without the fire. Ask the moon, do
you shine at night to wake the goddess?

It was the last stone.
There was no second coming of the supremo.
The sun will remain black.

The sword tends to
come out. We are ascertaining who
has started the temple fire?

Between the history and.
holocaust world collapses to rise
again,but you don't invite second Buddha.

MY friend, don't go
in light. It hurts. I will bring new
tools to fight your malicious thoughts.

Tear yourself, life is zero.
A black rose wears the crown.
The emperor goes to the woods.

On the lemon tree
the thorns have a culture. Your blood
is drawn, but it was very sweet.

Can you survive between
body and pain? My Looking glass
does not tell the real truth.

My poems wriggle in
quietness. You have taken furthest
my truth. Absolute silence screams.

If my pains come to
life, a scented kiss heals the wounds.
I need only my one deity.

Tell me exactly, the
real meaning of love!
Don't say it is flower lei.

It is also not a hornet's
breed. Will you take my shelter
one day? Truth was not worth it.

Who fathered satan
I ask? I don't recall you
O my god ! What happened?

You are made anew
everyday. Something is peeled off
from your skin.Sometimes blood is drawn.

It is very hurtful to
your pride. You cannot walk ****
in your house to invite the god of rains.

The sun burns your
wall of truths. Strange, there was
no one to teach history.

The truth has no language.
It communicates with God only.
Destiny builds the daydreams only.

The last word of the pain
wins the Milky Way. You were afraid
of eating granates. Not the parrots.

How would you carry
the brain dead love? Legally end
has come. But the heart is still beating.

O beast, one day I
will bury my love. I will steal the words
from your mouth. Enough was enough.

O god, why am I a remaining
mum? The world listens to unspoken
pain from your wet eyes.

Where are you going
eyes shut. The cobra is laying the eggs.
Do not go for bargaining.

Like the cuttlefish
you throw the inky juice. I go blind.
Who will read the history of man.

The mockingbird follows
you, like of a military race. The collective
fall invites you for a new word.

Tonight the moon was
very low to repeat the audacity of
walking on singing coals.Who was a thief?

Pin pin drop. I start
my silence.My poems of sea become
violent. You teach the sun.

My pain moves backward.
I am laughing with stings.The venom
turns into a helix. You go yp.

A cold blooded ******.
Have mercy. Whole body is dead. Only
heart beats to give you strength.

I feel the deja vu.
The mysterious cascades
give the amnesty to thorns

Were you ready to ambush the
bete-noire? We don’t know how to
celebrate the colossus Himalaya .

The god doesn't want
to inhale the ether and **** the
bushmaster. Venom turns milk.

Love makes the jasmines
weightless. Your confession tells about
poverty. I walk in dreams.

Night makes you rich.
The door opens for the spirits. Now spare some
life to listen to the voices of the unknown.

It was almost done to
create a god of nobody. Where the
carnivores live to devour the loved ones.

How will you go from
moon to god? Sometimes I feel like
drinking hemlock. Easy to die.

But this is denying the
god. This thinking is very cruel. Preparing
for invasion? Are you ready to open?

Flowers are coming near the
flames. Who will call honey bees?
It will be a collective suicide.

How will you go from
moon to god? Sometimes I feel like
drinking hemlock. Easy to die.

But this is denying the
god. This thinking is very cruel. Preparing
for invasion? Are you ready to open?

Flowers are coming near the
flames. Who will call honey bees?
It will be a collective suicide.

The gender voice makes you
dumb. One more chapter is beheaded.
My pain comes silently to me.

What do we differ? A beautiful
finish of an era is over. When you faint,
someone chops away your thumb.

Between the cause and
violent hurts, you want justice for
all the souls who left peacefully.

I have no future, no
thoughts. You want to **** porcupines.
My star is trembling for an objective.

In the end, I will
start my life after breaking the shrine.
Truth always touches the feet.

I am taking revenge
on myself. The willow weeps. One day I will
not be able to save you my god.