Migration continues,
me to you. Conception guides
you to deep sea.

At middle- of pain
there can be mass extinction
of thoughts. You stay.

Like printing on
tablet of psyche, my genre of
immortal yearning.

You are living on
your own, to find me. I was
in between the lines. Was it a misophonia?

To make a temple for
each other to give a farewell. Will give a
relief when the pillars will stand forever?

Who will touch my poverty.
An invisibility gives a resilience
for a love song in reverse undying pain.

When a poem writes
you, I smell the
crimsoned moon.

Were you a possessed
angel, printing
desire on my palms?

Smeared on forehead,
the ash had left
the scars of kissed end.

You turn me on,
for a smile, before the honey
traces the question mark on lips.

There was no miracle
to retrieve the third eye
from the hidden love.

Playing with cinders
I will reach your home
to absorb light.

Give me a talisman
to win your heart-
to save the moons.

Mars becomes the poorest
god. You won't reach
there to erase the red doubts.

The visitor stumbles.
There was no path.
I wanted to hold your hand
for eternity.

Why to ****** the
god's messengers?
Was not every star a guardian
of your beliefs?

Manipulating grief, ***** hands -
open the lid,
release imagos. Eyes are blank.

You unravel the last of roses.
Surface tension wavers. An imbecile
sky pours the eyes, nose and ears.

Courtyard fills again, morphed resurrection.
I am persona non grata
in my own home. The moon does not cry.

Mystical lights. Headstones not legible.
Lockjaw. Waiting for morning-glory.
Stars are blinking.

Still I am stupid, courting my failures.
Cushion of thorns, I am weary of heavens.
Me, this earth, I do not die.

After the monologue, you
stand on the other side of the moon,
when between lines, nothing was left.

The words were echoing.
Nameless, white knuckles, would not
stay in the pantheon feeling me.

Overpowered, manipulation begins
polarization. Nevertheless the integrity
stays in toxic air, to enchant the mirage.

Walk with infidelity,
going away with sun to come in
night. Not comfortable to sleep with stars.

A poem in winter has
its own bite, when the body burns.
The soul evaporates to print pain.

In memory of Bo tree
I want to sit for ever. I
have survived all your screams.

Lips frozen by xenophobia.
I was ready for the disjunction between
the republic and the crossed border.

It does not work. Hovering
over the pyre against fire. The wax palace
was ready to go in place of scapegoat.

Do you think this was a
universal failure? For human existence
I will write the anthem with blood.

Giving your age was
like replication, was a heinous
crime. It is not my largesse.

How are you living?
Did you study it? Death without
pain? Elsewhere who doesn't want a birth?

Wolves are coming again.
The Jungle goes empty of imperialism.
O clouds give me water.

It was most beautiful
your broken heart
in the grip of twilight.

Who speaks the truth
after gaining the heaven a
double edged sword cracks.

I cannot decide
who wins and who lost
in the war of words.

No, no― I will not
keep any hope.

First thing will be
a breakdown. To cleanse myself.
Then― burn the cenotaph
of black bridge.

The fringe vocabulary
repeats the axe's argument.
You can **** a star without
dust and slogans.

You were thirsty. Don't
drink large tears of
sky. No sun, no moon was
worthy of witnessing a
fall of pride.

The evil thoughts. Do
they come on their own? You
did not try to invite them?

I will not purchase the gift
of reading your mind.

I am not in something,
anything. Let the
sanitization begin.

Walking in a dark
tunnel, I had reached near you.
This was not my planet.

I become a stranger in my house.
Brown eyes and the copper-
bullets. Who wants to be placed
in crosshairs.

An unspoken threat
hurts the quorum, to prevent
the downside of earth.

Heartwrenching.
I don't tell. I don't ask.
Watch with eyes shut. How the
blue dreams are destroyed.

How long was the distance
between youand me?

Longing, you carry the water
in cupped hands. A candle wants
to drink the tenderness.

My loss has become a
big asset. I am empty hands now
There is no burden of sins.

Will you count your fingers.
They were always crooked like question-
marks for which I have no answer.

In a sneaky way
I liked to distrust him.
A between of daemon and man.

The fake guru. There was
a covert sign. I can find no name.
A delicate balance, of standing
in sun, shadowless, faceless.

The art of making a night
of riots with blood splattered roses.
This was magic.

The gullible falls, head on, carrying the cross.
A star crosses the moon.
A saint was born.

Where will you go?
I am not accepting
myself in a windowless
vault.

The luxury of
kinship takes a toll.

Will it make a
difference, if you don't
fill in the missing words
in the message unwritten?

It works to ****
yourself for the sake
of dying light,
before the blood moon rises.

There was nothing
left to say.

When you predict
your end, I sell myself
to die on cross.

The trick to rise
from dust shows the strength
to make immortal-

Your name. why
do you like the game of power.
I will not play poker.

Many unanswered
questions still remain live
between lies and death of gods.

You will come back
to me one day for rebirthing
the old alchemy of love.

Like canary
you flew into my arms.

Capturing the inevitable.
Vowels and consonants had
separated again.

Chasing the melting
glacier, you jump into the sea.

Moguls were trying to
reach out, blow-by-blow.

Moon like half-brother
was envious, of the grace of fall.

A baby fist was striking a blow
on the wall of doped womb.

I am preparing to receive
a gay courier of apocalypse.

Bones buried in ashes
were jutting out.

Death game begins.

Who was honest to
toes, to take a flight
like a legend?

Hearing the voices
in head, you appeared as
a gift in dark.

Was there any code
of silence, in feeling a
guilt of smiling
when hurt?

I was talking of
basic pain, like a jasmine
to cuddle when touched
by a moonbeam.

Who was honest to
toes, to take a flight
like a legend?

Hearing the voices
in head, you appeared as
a gift in dark.

Was there any code
of silence, in feeling a
guilt of smiling
when hurt?

I was talking of
basic pain, like a jasmine
to cuddle when touched
by a moonbeam.

Searching hot plasma
in your eyes, which
changed me for all times.

There was no legend,
you crashed on the spikes
swaddled in pain.

Thinking again in
circles. What did you give
me to keep me looking
at the cruciform shapes?

The war goes on.
Repeating a poem hurts again.
A gift must have
a sun and clouds.

The rage sins.
There was no chaste moon.
I never reached the
right word.

Now we will talk of daintiness
in dark, while the white
snow blushes with-
the glow of a kiss.

The scented moon will
touch the invisible, so
the imprisoned voices
would release.

Do you hear the unheard
song of a wounded bird?
A feeling of going no where
stops.

Going away from me,
I will not stay at milestones.
Road accepts the defeat.

Who was orbiting the
lake to find out the buried
Noah's Ark?

History repeats itself.
God becomes a stranger
weeps for the stolen heart.

Again my headache
starts. You were possessed by
the uselessness of humanity.

The man and the
bo tree. The message is clear.
You have to carry the ax now.

The goddess has met
you out of the temple to see
how the world is behaving.

Will you cheat me one
day by your sinful hands, I
ask the city in bloom?

*

You can call full moon
after amputating my legs,
so that I don't run.

*

It was not tragic
ending, when we pretend to
find a pink tiger.

Take a random fall
in the valley of flowers and
see the wounds of moon.

Who was an abettor
when nobody had dared to
touch your body and soul.

The serial cheater
moves on to search new victim.
Rainbow breaks into two.

Take a random fall
in the valley of flowers and
see the wounds of the moon.

Who was an abettor
when nobody has dared to
touch your body and soul?

The serial cheater
moves on to search for new victims.
Rainbow breaks into two.

A bizarre dream,
You come out in starry
night to touch the moon,
and fall on the thorns.

The eccentric nobility
of lords demands the
evidence of slaughter.
But chariot comes empty.

Order, order.
Someone fails in boots.
You walk barefoot
to meet the god of untruths.

The victim stands
like a prey before the grand
master. The beautiful
pagoda implodes.

How do I carry the
moon, wherever I go to search
you between the clouds.

Gradually, thoughts
become homeless. Can't catch
the wheezing flies.

Blaming self, the trunk
dies inside. No sap will
rise. No glue will roll.

How do I carry the
moon, wherever I go to search
you between the clouds.

Gradually, thoughts
become homeless. Can't catch
the wheezing flies.

Blaming self, the trunk
dies inside. No sap will
rise. No glue will roll.

For image breaking
I exile myself
for one half-god
to lick my scars.

I have not touched
you even for ages―
in words.
The door knobs remained unturned.

I let go the dust. Time
was not ripe for me.
Still I have to
find my eternal muse.

I will strive, will
look around, to smell your―
presence. A warrior
always waits for the graceful exit.

The interstellar
reticence, becomes the
muse of a storm.

*

Departure begins,
when the lights are dimmed.
Night licks the moon.

*

Now, you can
roll up the stings.
Cadaver will not rise.

*

The bell rings―
for the last exhibit.
Moths were waiting.

If only you could have
known. The naked erasement of our
confessional private beliefs.

I was assassinated
several times, for the smart wordings
of pain, and full stops.

Between masculinity and
someone crying along rose petals
you will surrender your pride.

Forever the rituals
of hate and love continue.
The sun survives the feet.

You cannot run. It
disconnects you. There was
no beginning, no middle
no end.

Shapeless, unborn figures will
decide the fate of seeds. You
were sowing the bones.

Pulling out the head
of a terrorist from the rubble,
sometimes you forget―

the contours of the enemy.
Existentially you wanted to crack
open the psyche of man.

It was a blue parable.
Do you believe in utopia?

You can legitimate
the loot. There will be no
spineless resistance.

The skull cap only covers
the baldness hiding
the keratinized skin.

The lust shines
like pearls on your upper lip.
Beehive.

Poking the rabbit
before it jumps, you will
remember the ducks have no ears.

Ah, the learned
professor, he has started
teaching the full lips.

Like a snake girl,
the black tresses trailing
behind the heels.

The wavering moon was,
gliding in blue sky,
for a rendezvous.

The beds had
become obsolete. Time to
use oneiric rocks.

Faith was no
more relevant. Now
you hear the dreams.

Can you get the seizing
without an encounter,
like rapture of the deep?

It was me who was lost
in one sultry night,
when jasmine bloomed.

In night blindness, the
trembling soul, landed
on the blue lakes.

You would not look
at me, without alphabets―
in siege.

In contrast we meet―
to hurt each other.
Falling in love after smouldering.

The soot will chase us till the end.

I was not myself
after talking to basil,
knowing what was sin.

Your heart throbbing
between the bruises touchdowns.
When the sunset starts?

Earth has no desire
to become extinct, coming
again between stars.

Not a single line
was written today
on your lips.

End is drawing near.
I am trying to remember
where we had begun.

I want you, to know
yourself and start weaning
away from the moons.

No prosthesis will
work, I will run, run after
the fading sun for the
last kiss.

The raw wounds
don't need any bandages.

Like sandpaper
your hurting throat will
give a long call.

Taking me to neverland
you turned me on.
The gypsy moon had smiled.

Disenchanted, the savage
handshake dropped the
lead. My goblet remained
full of black holes.

A cloud will cross the
line. Unrepentant my poems
would lie on hot rocks for baking.

Never made it. The
two small feet home. Still
searching the address of scream.

Ah, the snaky
embrace of the time. It
won't let me go near the lake.

Annihilation. All the
words are reduced to nothing.
Trying to learn the sign language.

Implicating
yourself, and telling lies
was an art.

There was always
a trapdoor. Giving a lot
more, than getting less.

Same unthinking
prevails. You forget to
feed the adversaries.

Very nightly
a moon crashes in your
path to meet a colossus.

The thin lovers
again reach behind the
sun. No fiddles were needed
for deaf people.

The blues are going
deeper. You drift like a
cadaver in the moat.

Sperms and legacy.
You scream for the justice
for the space between words
and sentences.

I don't want to be separated
from my half-eaten moon.

Without a dance
your anklets have broken into songs.

Someone commands me―
to sacrifice my pen.

Hallucinatory- be seduced for the sake of fashion.

In anguish I watch
the terror was becoming a religion.

Do you hear the voices
coming from the crypts?

Between the hills,
were you ready for a
snakebite ritual?

What was the choice
between a triangle and
a silver dewdrop?

The birthmark swells
after taste of venom.
Silent prayer fails.

Visible
of invisible blues―

the hesitancy
to shut the door.

I speak for
myself in haze

reaching heights
and deep sea.

The mother in
child weeps;

when we will
meet father?

Insufficiency
brings the split.

Bloodline was in airlock.
Unlimited pique-
to move the wheel.

Shutting the door behind,
you face the moon, who
was walking in grief.

In my universal pain,
I enter a poem to
explore the omnipresent void.

Where will you go-
to find the peace of the
wrecked ship at the bottom of sea?

Carry me like a wounded
lion in blood, and fangs.
Only the eyes reflecting your image.

I will not put on a
call, there was nothing left to declare.

Where do I place you
declassified?
O my boundless thirst-
you have made me cry again.

The haters
were many. Like myriad
thorns in flesh. Cannot stop the blood.
You smile.

In your beak. Carrying the
death- fire bird. Where you are going?
Past lake, past hills. The hunchback
stoops further, to get the award.

Who was the enemy of
body art? Birthmarks were becoming
****. You want to exhibit
all the wounds of earth.

O god, your hairs are growing.

Moon was not dead.
Now who will kiss the moonlight
on your face? Dark matter quivers.

Night sky was lit up.
There was a flower show to celebrate
the beauty of supermoon.

Soaked eyes sometimes
look beyond you. The contrast
hurts. Didn't want to privatize.

Birth in birth, life
had been a dream. The fangs
sit in patience.

Trapped soul in
womb, waits for the kiss of
flame, a snaky hit.

The moon thought burns.
The ink bleeds on paper.
A poem turns green.

The day wears me out,
when I don't think
of you, and a poem was not written.

A quasi-sin to forget,
connecting with past to find
the solution of gated exits.

Soon you will enter,
the mythological world
and I would feel a grim threat.

I filtered light plays
a game with me, like a sword
of moon slicing the darkness to
spit out the stars.

The terror holds
you tightly, will not let you go
back to drown your baby thoughts.

And when the explosion
takes place, only the muse will survive
to tell the tale of unique love.

Between you and me
stands a winter solstice.
Light the candle, it is very dark.

Let the maniacal thought
remain pregnant with surrealism.
I will go north, you south.

The curves again rule.
The temple trembles. We go
our own ways to meet god.

Not for me,
this politics of living
for sexless alchemy.

You take on―
the pen's broken nib,
writing blood soaked birth
of an illegitimate avatar.

The spin was fatal.
Unfazed a bizarre tone,
announces a miss call. You
are pronounced dead.

You will swim now
in veil. Eyes looking deep
in water where light does not reach.
The mission of salvaging a
heritage fails.

Dog winter.
Sun hides behind the thin survivors.
There was no will,
no suicide pact.