It was unreal. Will
not matter. I am still in mode to
accept the lies of distant twilight.

O honey, why the
comb was built in my poems to
sweeten the words hired from pain.

I will not know it for
a while. A face was planted on
your lips. You sing like a nightingale.

You break me in four
pieces like a cross. The pause, space
and arrows wait for the red setting sun.

The script was twisted
Death comes before the birth. Power
of mud culture has no vision.

The hypocrisy invokes the
god's hands. I tend to remain
unconscious to dig my foundation.

Drop a dime, after
you have loved. I am returning
back to my school unflinched.

Euthanasia, you have
been targeted. What is realism
of murdering unasked?

Do not repeat the
same truth. It becomes a lie.
The Moon has been stabbed tonight.

The talking eyes will -
take revenge. You were a gifted
sufferer of creeping pains.

Your neo-thinking
will come across the first human.
I was unknown to me.

The reprieve comes
to meet the believer. A glimpse
of dying earth makes me blue.

My words are now dying.
Have you any thoughts? Your body
would not obey to **** the signs.

Bring the marigolds. The
darkest moon was coming to be hanged.
I would like to touch him.

In a naked audition,
were you sacrificed? You want to start the
****** revolution to wake the sun.

You're ready to take
on. No second hand. Can you make
a decision without voice? A ****** shoots.

Relentlessly I watch
myself. Will forget nothing of
holocaust of what I am.

Ultimately a star hits
the rock. Will you make a
portrait of deceptive truths.

When you want to see
through a mirrored fake, lie becomes
truth in broad daylight.

There will be a collective
death after suicidal harakiri Can we
rewrite history? I will ask for milestones.

In the Lilac season. I want
you to walk with me in the dark
to share the stigma of the moon.

I allowed you to
trespass the hollow pause.
We have not reached the temple.

Who has understood
life? The myth of survival is in
ignorance. We agree not to agree.

If you can stop the
cloudburst, I will move away
from the cardinal kiss of the viper.

Voiceless I will leave
everything. I don't carry any wealth
of pain. Creativity bursts in my hand.

Humanities are sold daily.
Cannot stop seeing the victorian
fall. The robots become the governors.

Air was in the words.
Takes revenge for killing peacocks.
The eyes will never forget the kiss of cloudburst.

I knit the dreams in
your eyes. You draw a line on water.
Art opens the door for love.

What we lose if we catch the
flames between the unspoken words.
Before we part, poems will cry.

What is religion? A
commitment to carry the legacy
of blanks and halves?

Compelled to probe.
O life you have defeated me in
the race of love. No vital signs to drink hemlock.

Attitude. Dead but not dead.
Do not rue. Each day it dies at the
sunset to remake the light for blinds.

The gender escapes from
the truth. Wants to become bisexual.
Do you think the sun and moon will sleep together?

Oh god, be a human
and read the book of my pain.
It was different from incarnation

After the accident of
birth, you start covering my bruises.
I was stitching your patches.

Look my truth, I always
follow you to learn you, to teach me,
heal myself and never leave you alone.

Incendiary. Water
was a charity in the beast temple.
The bells are ringing faintly.

I was always wrong.
Will not correct myself till my
blood boils. Give me the last page.

Who was the final culprit
in the submerged planet? I will be
mending a leaking boat in the dark.

The rapture has an
event. It will happen when the moon
sleeps, and only an ally guards the sun.

The regal game begins. Legs
want security to run to meet the
river of illusions. That brings happiness.

The man will continue with
his nature, to reach the highest
morals. I live alone in the eyes of a dying angel.

Crude handling. The matter,
The substance. Pain is same. Things
are slipping out of hands.

You are walking away.
To defer your sympathy, love boils.
Right spellings have wrong words.

You put the tears back
in your eyes. Drifting aimlessly. Your
existence was for carnivores.

Reaching zero, why
did you go wrong? How will you
ask the dragon not to draw a line for war.

In the fog, I cannot
see the faces of goodness of sculpturing
new arts to communicate.

Nothing is like death.
It can go like in the hands of man.
Did you want to live twice?

Standing in a lone
corner, I was hearing a muffled voice
coming from under my feet.

I place my ears on
dust. Earth was crying. My time is
over. I want to die.

It was not easy to
die for the truth. This was rare.
A crucifixion for a cause.

Moon reacts when I
hold your hand for a secret pass.
My eyes were always wet.

Pain, tremors, amnesia.
The World was changing very fast.
I will beg for your rebirth.

Money was a brilliant
idea to play in the future. But I was
a loser by betting on me.

It was the acceptance
of a crime in proxy, living out of
the body. Love beats the god.

What was the ethos
without the words? The skin takes the
responsibility to burn the lamp of eyes.

The ****** pathos comes
again. I cannot live without oratures
I will come out of flames, talk to the moon.

You print your body
on my poems. I drop the hints.
You pick the flowers.

A fissured heart
listens to the travesty of truth in dark.
Moon promised but failed to come.

The ruins still have
a charm. A saga comes alive.
The preamble starts life again.

How much do you contribute
to the slow death of the sun? Light is
fainting. You ***** in a dark pocket.

I calculate your pains.
Ignorance was bliss. The knowledge
makes you weak and small.

I celebrate you in my
poems to understand me in the
jungle of hyenas. I refuse to be a ****.

I do not want to think.
Don't want to judge. Who am I.
Brooding savagely of death and laughing.

Out of the gloves, the hands
catch the butterflies to write a poem.
The blood dreams. I drop sleep.

Your smile was lethal.
I cannot kiss the moon. It was
cold to receive the hot flame.

Dogs are dead.
Wolves are coming. God's anniversary.
You don't meet with me with dignity.

There was a face -off
between lightning and the Buddha tree.
Waiting for the Gautam to come again.

When will the vipers come?
I am indebted to the moon. Tonight
I will drink the hemlock to save you.

Will you taste Strawberry
moon? It will be benediction
unasked for years.

Remember, life had
treated us nicely. But the horizon was
calling you to color the sun.

Where is the god?
A hummingbird tries to find out
by following a caravan.

The rain was knocking
at the door. I was waiting for your
occult arrival for beheading of the roses.

It was a gradual descent
without fall. I heard the silence of
fusion of opposites. Ultimately we melted.

I love someone who can invoke
Agni and water for a lied one on the pyre
for the sale of a god who will not come.

You can listen to words
laced with meaningless truths.
I will draw your profile in blue.

It comes devastatingly.
The marriage of mind and heart
in democracy of flesh and bones.

People don't love peace.
The excitement comes from wars
between fingers and necks.

It was a solar bite. Why
are you living behind the endgame?
You want to suffer without bruises?

Does your anger tear,
legs and hands? The satan outreaches
the religion. Open Handed I give love.

The deceits appear again.
I believe in the lake not crocodiles.
I will drown in your heart. Will you spill out?

It was a solar bite. Why
are you living behind the endgame?
You want to suffer without bruises?

Does your anger tear,
legs and hands? The satan outreaches
the religion. Open Handed I give love.

The deceits appear again.
I believe in the lake not crocodiles.
I will drown in your heart. Will you spill out?

Will it last, the
deep depression? I will give you
a call, till I am not.

Time to cross the long river
when I come to deliver
the god's truth in your blood.

My eyes wait for it to happen,
in wind or gale. I am riding the
sea, to decipher the depth of tears.

It was a civil war between
eyes and hands. Illusion of angels
opened the ground of burning pyres.

I have to find the pause
amid the illusion and delusion,
when the factual nouns alter the truths.

Why does fear enter the
door of judgement? The spirit?
You were forgetting the void.

Facing first-ever realization.
It is not play-thing. Moons
come and go. I have become a rock

You were far away from
a happy valley of conscious blooms.
Nobody will climb the sun.

Do what you love to do.
There will be no afterwords,
once you receive an exit award.

In war you plowed
the love, synchronising the fall
and rise of rare victory.

Between us, a river
flows of marigolds. But blood spreads.
Can we find the solution of darkness?

Waiting for the next wave.
The drums are coming near. I am
asking about god, not you.

Moon hangs from
your eyes in black dreams.
Wolves run into the woods.

The human touch was
waning. I will follow the arc of
pain. Man becomes fish.

After the drill I ask to
dismantle all man made palaces.
It is time to worship rocks.

Now my needs are few.
I think in my mother tongue, that I will
give my broken body a torn note.

In my loneliness I call truth.
Where lies the shrine of an immortal?
After all, death was taking revenge.

On white paper I want
to write the history of demolition of the truth,
so that the sun behaves like a slave.

I will die with dignity.
Beauty, you cut me crisply. I
stand on the bank. Shiner swims.

Pinned to flowers like
butterflies for colorful unearthing, when
you are never too old to ****.

I was hit in the garden.
My roses bleed. The moon, my
lover, hesitates to open wounds.

The Zen wants to confront
my invisible presence, breaking my
self-restraint. I meet my death daily.

Let not existential fear
tear your confidence. After all the
god sleeps in every house.

What do I want to see?
Muffled cry seeks the body of pain
with immense inner rapture.

You make me lighten.
I am going back to the woods.
Life has beaten me in absence.

My eyes belonged to you.
Night descends slowly to check
my life in my poems.

An accident of the lips.
I salute the crystals of no love.
At last I breathe poison.

Too personal. Rose
garden. Caged in the eyes of atrocity.
If I have a question, you have an answer.

Between wilting and a
kiss, I will choose death. You become
a bit of a sleeping philosopher.

Words will not ****.
A dream becomes a medusa. You
can start reading on the wall.

The Moon was disappearing
like a runaway. How much you
will take in from my last words?

I was not wrong, seeking
emancipation from your chains. No
grievance. I will not look from your eyes.

O god, the weather is uneasy.
I wanted the sun to come out of the water.
The night was chasing me.

I am changing, not
fractious. This was a mystic feel
of talking with muted god.

The stealing power snubs.
Why the protester needs an ally to
unravel the unwritten prayers.

Ah the snobbish light
perceives the darkness to understand
socratic sermons. Why I will suffer?

It was my grief.
And why did you start crying silently?
Do you know how honesty was killed?

Nothing was stable.
The protesters were holding back tears.
How many hangmen had come?

Grey people in black, will
come to condole the slaughter
of grass owners.

O narcissist, would you go
above the moon, if I want to sleep
in the flames of invisible stars?

Who gives light without
pregnancy to new gods and installs
aerial temples of broken hearts?

The killing has a moon
face. I will bring corn fever to
gnaw the legs of falling truths.

O narcissist, would you go
above the moon, if I want to sleep
in the flames of invisible stars?

Who gives light without
pregnancy to new gods and installs
aerial temples of broken hearts?

The killing has a moon
face. I will bring corn fever to
gnaw the legs of falling truths.

Bare-foot I go near
tomorrow. So much more than love,
poem in a poem trembles.

Like, aspen the goddess
tree, sharing the same root quivers.
There was no storm.

Setting aside the triviality
of daily life, I drag open the funeral
mask to see the mercury planet.

When my hand strokes
a flame, the white ash will kiss
me. Were you savior of darkness?

Why low morale? Moon
will never say he was supermacic.
Icons were climbing down the trees.

The other side of the
pain was an evening song. Go Greek.
Life's struggles have no ending.

Vicious, we are going farther
from each other to sensationalize
the sting of a rare kiss.

An algorithm makes a
new pattern to live. When you
come I like walking moss.

The white ash gives
birth to who you are. There was
only one book which broke the centuries.

The pain waits for ever.
Nothing to ask, nothing to give.
You make a house of glass to be transparent.

The sculptor sexualizes
the stones by carving a beauty of
ancient human walking undressed on land.

A truth be unwrapped?
The stigma will not allow the flies
to sit. The fruits will never come.

A running poem was
condemned to die. I will not change
the route. You know the art of breathing last.

Uneasy, you never returned
for confession. The fear eats away
like a virus. You belonged to me.

No strings. We are tied
by sacred words, like swans. We
are intertwined by necks to stay alive.

Amphibious. My pain
wants to go into exile. My home
was becoming a museum.

A devil lives in every
one, brandishing a knife. The
rose flowers are hurled on the dead

Unassuming you dig
in heels; Why does the moon stare
at you, when you shut your eyes.

Where the ocean ends,
mirage begins. I was drinking the
sun. Who will bring water?

Hypocrisy wears grass.
Clouds come and go and there was
no rain of hope and love.

Tulips zoom. I don't want
the beauty to distract me from
the river of blood to dry.