I am the creator of
my pains to reach god with a
mirror. It becomes foggy.

How do you control the
words to hide the meaning of truth?
We secretly agree to **** the philosopher.

Why was your tone paralyzed?
I wanted to know how Socrates was
killed? Do we regret for hemlock?

Something remains unsaid.
Again my pain rises. My ******
thoughts move. A moo exits me.

Predators were coming soon.
The distance between stars was increasing.
I stop looking in the mirror.

I ask you to bend
the curves. I want to walk straight
to watch the rebirth of love.

My possessed belief
was cynical. May I ask a question?
Why do you escape from love?

You have to be true
and honest. There is a satan, and
a god in you. A black bird enters the bones.

Standing on a mosaic
of words you develop a glitch.
I was listening to my sparrows.

My eyes are shut,
your lips are sealed. Our nemesis is
same. You are formless. I try to touch you.

Being monotheist I
want to disappear to become footprints
of unbroken faith. Universal eyes?

There were few minds
to follow me. There was a question
creating turmoil. Why life ends?

Sovereignty of thoughts
in the well of eyes. Something tells
about love. Who dictates the blood?

Morosity develops, when
alien hand catches you.Stark naked
buds of roses tear the sun.

It was anonymous to
open the eyes of flames.The lightning
will clear drops of my tears.

The predator delivers
the justice of hunch, when fusion begins.
You become your best friend.

I was not there. No
flexibility for cyanide. I will accept
the end. I will count my all wrongs.

Think, my mind thinks again
Do you know what life drinks in
sleep? I was not honest to death.

Unmasking to remain
human. Listen, listen to my bane.
I am neither living, nor dead.

I am left with what I am not.
after you walked away with Agni.
My footfalls resound in water.

I am taking care of
lovebirds. They miss you when calls
don't come and food runs short.

Nothing belongs to me.
This is my vendetta to **** the pain.
Let it go. Chop the outgrowth.

Reading life's books again.
The Author is the same, but the ink
has changed. I am reverting to red.

Have you ever seen
blood white and the river was red
in the sun, the horizon was burning?

Your chair is unoccupied.
I am waiting for you to come.
But you will not.

Why does it happen?
When I touch you, you are not there.
A silent poem writes your name.

Untouchable was your
pain. An eagle hovers in the blue sky
to pick up the child of death.

Pain of the day comes
again to light the lamp.The moths
are ready to become fumes.

What a hidden beauty
of love! No one wants to see the silo
burn.Who kills the god?

One day seeds will explode.
They had given a promise to build a
huge tree of bo for Buddha.

You are my philosophy.
I am your uncertainty. Love
belongs to pain.

Shattered with absolutes,
I want to remain single with the
flowers. Nobody wants to think.

Will logic give you power?
Or does the meaning make it clear?
Life was walking with death.

I won't give up.
Don't throw the water on me.
I am playing with fire.

Killing quietly you
slither like a snake to change
the *** in honor of seizing power.

Why was death being
sold very cheap after the wrath?
Paper- thin love carries Himalayas.

When the singer forgets
his song, a pause mesmerizes. The
unseen suckers come on the stage.

What a savage attack, my honey
on a beautiful beehive. Is it not
insane to burn the nest of innocents?

Don't throw the dried
roses. No one was great. The words
will not get the answers.

Something is going to
hit your conscience. Time to go
silent. One should stop sinning.

How will you decide O god
to end the world ? The writing on
blackboard is wiped off.

Your sharpened nails,
O destiny shimmer like the moon, but
scratch the face of the sun.

The war still goes on.
I hugged the words. Would I abandon
the hungry savage life?

No one was going to stop
the pink fever from going up. Not to believe
in my confession of drinking blood.

Somewhere my poems will
never complete to tell my undying
super meteor of pain.

I will go away from me
to find your brutal intimacy. The
blood between us stopped to mix.

Not endangered to walk
with me in climbing a volcano. The
pain spectrum starts burning.

A slap of love will touch
you when the sun sets and the moon falls
in your rotating shut eyes.

With minimum solar
effect on black spots of war and
peace I needed little water for sanity.

I always weave dreams
to invite my moon, so that I can
see your beautiful eyes.

Don't go my angel back
to your abode in the deep sea.
Earth was burning. I am on fire.

The blind moon falls
in sea. Encounter breaks out in blue
green water and an enigma.

Don't look at me. Struggle
for power began after the
magnificent queen was dead.

You wear a talisman,
upside down unceremoniously,
to catch the violent heartbeats.

A blind end. No pain.
The path leaves, washing the
inside and outside. My carafe breaks.

Where will the water go?
Can we create a silence of nothingness?
The materials scream in a loud voice.

The abnormal looks beautiful.
I search for the answers in the dark.
My thoughts shout, My art was stolen.

Standing in black water,
will you help yourself to think about
implosion in humanity?

This is a period of calm.
Homeless thoughts were very agitated.
A cyclone without an eye.

Nobody gives you a
safe anchor for future landfall
from a cooling sun in daylight.

I have read you. Your
panic. Wildfire of bleak, deciduous
fall. Genocide. When will be your last step?

Who was the ascendant?
Who hypnotized the fallen sun in the sea?
Pagans were increasing in ambit?

It was the wrong way, full
of snakes. Do you love the skin of the
king cobra? Coins were running after the people.

You talk of black light,
I am not sure of which sun
you refuse to touch.

In moonlight your
behaviour changes. The space
enlarges for wings.

The flight stalks the love.
Shy of becoming a fossil the blood
footprints will speak.

Not a single word
counts, when disintegration starts.
The catastrophe of cadavers will stop.

I want to move away now.
The tattoo on the arms is not
able to get the mercy of a Satan.

You can ****** the moon
Bee hives, shut the doors and
Helianthus will open the big eyes.

Are we at the edge
of disappearing? Pink pain. No
voice still. I sell my soul to god.

The crisp toes, write
my name on the beach. I am not
going to sit on the flames.

The escape from the
prisms. No more love will proceed.
I will become a stranger to myself.

Age was selling the
home. O god unravel my pains.
A limited hand drops the curtsey.

Carrying the bier of
past, keep the fear at bay. Lifelong
the love will ask the death to wait.

Why do you go for sale?
The richness of truth was not sufficient?
The uncertainty will teach you one day.

If the time moves
in reverse, I must have loved
you when you were not born.

Who came first, me
or you? I will never know why
I had caught you on the moon.

This nerve-breaking
world will never tell. Will you
see me again in the next birth?

In your agony, what you want
to make love with stars? Can you bring
down the flames rising without coals?

Deaf and dumb, but beautiful,
king cobra kills and swallows the junior
ones. Mob watches. There are two lives.

No tolerance was needed
to ripen the pain of sun. When the
ocean dries up, fireworks start.

The twinkling heart
averts the magnetic field of charisma.
I don't want you to stop the pursuit.

A path of truth will
always wait for the pilgrim. In
dark he had lost his direction.

When daylight dims,
I want to know how the pain
of autumn will teach the human.

This was an acquisition,
What I am not, you are hostile and
revengeful. A honey badger will climb the colossus.

A red line was my bibliography.
The business continues in a ***** way.
Selling the truth in broad daylight.

The alliance tells the story.
Everyone becomes a god. You are throwing
water before the blaze starts.

The forbidden candle
burns alone in the swarm of
clouds. I read your eyes again.

I take off the sparks
to write a poem in black sky.
Why does the world revolve around love?

There was no trending.
It was auto-hurt to prove the fidelity
of the moon amidst the galaxy of sins.

The model of man
surges ahead, and the observers
become observed. A rapid downfall.

Of humanity? Hundreds
upon hundreds. Was it not a crime
to burn the tomb of the unknown?

The barrenness of the
compound of a temple fakes a departure
of god of nonsense to divert religion?

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.

Inserting love in the
heart of red stones. The iron door has
no heart. A mirror breaks in my eyes.

Truth was not right.
I bare my pen to spread the rare
blood from the eyes of the clay.

Hundreds of years remain
the same, though the script of stolen
heredity goes on changing.

From ethics come silent
screams to reveal the innocent
suffering at the hands of cynic pains.

You take off the morality
of human faults, and prepare yourself
for martyrdom of no cause.

The trains move slowly
going nowhere carrying the bodies
of unknown disasters.

Forget the eternity.
Are you a man killer? Because
you take it casually, my bleeding heart.

Life is still whole. Existence
has a truth of creativity. Not today.
I was not born as I am.

When a crow commits
suicide-like man, are you surprized
in the war of lips? Do not complete the poem.

I will say no more
ritualisation. Digging out moon to
win back the honor from sky.

Was it apocalyptic?
Or a trend of self-immolation syndrome?
I am going to sit for atonement.

Do not wait. Lop off
the sun of the destroyer. I will
live in the dark to realize the truth.

I cast my vote between the
lips and the inhuman. The study of tears
goes waste for a hundred answers.

I don't do what I want to
do for the sake of your vision. The storm
and outcry wait for the candle to go.

My love does not like
the hate of stars. They don't want
to shine, when the moon is very bright.

Occasionally small
things betray. Lurking in your eyes
a parallel pain becomes extinct.

Saliva turns into lava.
Your lips were dried like a river bed
searching for words to say goodbye.

Do you think separation was
real? Did we try to unmake the thread
of unbreakable handshake?

Bete- noire. Let's improve
the grammar. Words will never change.
Shoulder to shoulder the eternal pain jumps.

Can you invite a star
in the dark? The earthen lamps are
always trembling to throw bright light.

Can you swim in a poisoned
well, where are snakes and eels?
This was the spiritual bath after a black life.

Someone pours the oil
on candles. The vultures put on
white shoes. Looks intriguing.

Someone commits suicide.
I have stopped looking. Want to
write a poem in blood.

Let me slice my hand.
I want to know how much it hurts.
Can I make my home on your land?

A skirmish starts at lashes
of sun, squeezing the gist of prudence.
You whisper a shloka.

The dead won't see from
open eyes. The wisdom swells, when
war begins between doors.

You smell like white
roses. The dream of slant eyes
will pass through the sins.

Looking at the stars,
what you said? You wanted to take
me along with you to meet invisible?

Would I jump off the cliff?
Mangoes have ripened on trees.
Existing pain will **** the moon.

Would you give or take?
Willing to lose the bet for god sake?
Fingers crossed, we don't exist.

We talk about the ruins
without a war. What was that *****,
that there was no love in eyes.

Albeit your passion was
unique intriguing. I will sigh my
last poems, if my pain disappears.

Who will condone the green
fire? How long will it burn to
make the ashes sit on my forehead.

You want me to like the
silver stairs. To climb down in a deep
well to disperse the ashes of poems.

Far away loud voices
are giving me a call. Time was
very cruel. Will not stop the sun.

The wholeness is broken.
I collect the shards. Watch your
steps. Not barefoot I will bleed.

The survival of your
skin was important. I have nothing
to say. As you are. Revolution will tell.

In my defeat, I have
won. No mercy, no help. All this is
not mine. I discovered an event.

Finding my muse, my melting
passion, a god. My regret haunts me.
People who were dead started speaking.

Standing on green snow
for the human race, you bring a
message for billowing pride.

The liquid water collapses
in my hands. Flow of ink is weakening.
Everything looks black.

My soul mate always laughs.
Have you ever visited the sun. It
is always burning, but never dies.

You dump the holocaust,
and become a critic, choking like
water hyacinth. We start cheating each other.

Isn't this done with the moon?
Was my life a test for your ruthless
glory? Why should humility suffer?

If a star strikes Neptune,
where will we meet to bring peace?
My ocean is burning without flames.

It was a slaughter
phase. Moon was rising. The stingers
get ready and ****** game starts.

I see in dream. A Viking
warrior is taking off the helmet. I ask
can you decimate an ant?

The greed bites off the
head of the coin king. I want to
bring the unhealed poems of love.

A young loved one picks
the lineage, and little words
collect the big big thoughts. Life sizzles.

Who was about to
expire? My thumb leaves an imprint.
It must be cruel, which should not be.

My faith deceives, like
a bird falls on the flames. Was it a
suicide? The wall breaks to exit the home.

Your jasmines smile, when
you handover a bunch to me.
It makes you win my lips.

I do not know how
you turn roses pink, when
I hold your hand under the moon.

In an esoteric way, love
will make the words disappear.
The cage was always empty.