It was restless mind
and I ask you something.

The grammar.
When something big―
happens, I find an excuse
to say small things.

O invisible!
how do I resolve the puzzles
of life. It had become a big
traumatic event.

The rain―
of inflected words
backed up by silence, keeps
me running―
to find the import.

Tell me―
how do I remember you.

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.

The giant pain was nameless.
Held captive in
tearless screaming.

I have come back in
my deserted home.

The sitting peace was unstable.

Never I will say,
I do, going outside the
accepted boundaries.

No honour killing.

Misfit for the slot, you were
making your own sky, where
you seek liberation
from twilight zones.

It never happened before.
You burned me by sending blue
light from your sepia eyes.

In night the goddess walks
out of the painting. The new moon
turns around to kiss me.

Are you real or
humanoid? I unwrap my pain
and set you free from tears.

Agni was weird
slayer. You can vouch
for it, eyes shut.

In the starless night,
moon was arrested once
for trespassing palms.

The nest receives
the feathers of lost birds,
left for foreign seas.

Sometimes words
are very cruel. You
cannot chew them.

For the spirit of―
dying moon, you
wear a death mask.

Sitting on a wind cheater, in
tower of pain, you
want to understand the breed
of conflicts, fuelling the duels.

Yes or no, you have
to come with me. Stones
will not shame you anymore.

The black spots―
of dream-dropped roses,
smell of family dust in the
eyes of white ghosts.

You fatten the flames.

You become a beauty
after abdication. The bell rings
without coronation.

Every shared pain
was tender. Each word
flies me to you.

You were afraid of
yourself in water. Sun wants
to be adored when I scream.

Depression―
was deep blue.

In zero-reflux, I was
intimately involved―
with your pride. The conflict
was rising.

Human mind
like shutting off the ***,
was making a bibliography.

Purity of link will
describe a yellow hollyhock,
waiting to be crushed.

It becomes a burden
when I spend on you― my poems.
Chemotherapy had failed.

I thought we knew
each other by our shadows.
Stratosphere laughs.

Inappropriate,
when you touch the moon
in torrential rain.

You pay a price
to listen to Beethoven.
You become blind.

I was hungry
and you fed the tiger
back and forth.

And then a fierce
battle commenced between
lie and truth.

In temple of eyes
deities were disappearing.

There was no signs
of large fig tree, under which
you can sit to become wise.

I was hungry
and you fed the tiger
back and forth.

And then a fierce
battle commenced between
lie and truth.

In temple of eyes
deities were disappearing.

There was no signs
of large fig tree, under which
you can sit to become wise.

Again somewhere the light
breaks. Darkness rules. The walls were
coming down. Tracing a blood bath.

I had let you go from
dismembered memories, investigating
the remains in the ashes.

The virtual pyre still throws the
flames. Nobody comes back. Only the pains
of burning wood. It will not speak.

You look different
when you receive a huge
amount of love under crescent moon.

The baby kiss stops the
air amidst the leaves of roses
under black and blue sky.

Listen to darkness when
sun dips in crimson fog and
beautiful words disappear.

How will you call
me, when I was invisible?

The whole thing
of burning ghat turns
into ash, from which
the Phoenix will rise.

Who was this
diva standing on my path?

Sun, time and
flames ripen the smile.
The sentence was heavy
to prove the fidelity.

This story is different
from the myth of Sisyphus.

The bird was flying
towards the sun. Moon
weeps to open the secret
of embracing a yajna.

A bruise has appeared―
where you had kissed me,
last night. O Miranda―
I am not going for any other moon.

Like Uranus, I bleed
in my eyes; from every pore.
Astraphobia― I am going to
stay in dark.

This theology of aneurysms?
Who was hoodwinking
the ancient gods in the battle
of murderous themes? My hands
start shaking.

A blue rash spreads.
In honeyed voice you invoke
your angel and seek blessings―
before you go for a ****.

Deflecting the logistical
guide, you were
becoming a juggernaut―
running after the shadows of kites.

Mute testimony of a
bare cut of imagined
willow, which would not weep
for the winds.

Becoming surrealistic, you
knew too much of the truth, when
you were drunk on lies. Why
the poems were murdered in day light?

First time looking at a large
landscape, I skipped the beauty,
the land and the clouds.
Only the birds were flying.

Talking to Morpheus
when moon was asleep.

I was not guilty of
waking you up.

In splinters, the man
goes deaf and dumb.

A violin was thrown
on the track to stop the music.

Death becomes a finger,
points at you.

The rodes become blind.
There was no D-Day for exit.

Hips and the rose hips.
You bite your tongue. Desire
has many connotations.

You always feared
of a free fall. I rise. The
war will continue.

I permit myself
to talk to the waning moon.
The clocks stop taday.


A train whistles by.
The river trembles violently
under the bridge.

Standing in half-light
of a sanatorium,
covering my eyes with
my palms, I look behind.

Thinking of relation, of
connectivity between love
and hate, war and peace in my
tumultuous mind-

asking to be relieved now
of the chained body. Fidelity
of being was done, leaving my
vocabulary unwritten.

No wisdom was needed now.
The circular presence of knife
and seers was sufficient. I
will not seek your religion.

Believing my inside, outside
of a child face.

The troubled mind
seeks boundless words
for eccentricity.

You grab the hidden
kiss. Give me the smile
of a mooned heart.

At dusk you will talk
with eyes, trembling hands
igniting dry tips.

I always invited you
to touch my past
for an impaled―

prophet, who was
adored after his death.

Why were you always becoming
extraordinary, accepting
the closeness of flames?

Was there any ending of a play
which had not begun?
Was it interchangeable?

The mutants had
a field day. You ought
to have remained unchanged
like Venus.

Kissing the pale lips
of a martyr? What am I
doing to you!

The caged golden bird
discovers a very thin line between
holy sin and a painless homicide.

There was a beautiful
butterfly nailed on a blackboard
to read the savage fascism.

The nebula does not intervene
when the silver bullet leaves the home
to hit the eye or water.

In shadows of dawn,
there was no theme―
on way to home.

My agile hands were trying
to find the sins of
unbroken faith.

Will you hold for sometime,
the trembling questions
of my parched lips?

My deepest secret was out. I was
preparing myself in extremis.

Not worth speaking of,
I was changing my path.
You will not cry anytime.

Here goes the culture,
the credence of unbelieving.
Stand by me, when I explode.

Your face swims like
a myth.

Night spreads the veil
of a cloud on the
white breast of moon.

No family. Words
move in different tacks.

Water heals, when
your feet were sore.

Soya beans. You have roasted
them alive in jumpsuits.
The faith becomes a devil.

The black eye
waits for the rain to
wash the racial smudge.

In everyday life
you pick up a war with a―
moment in truth.

Unleashing a malign―
half gender― to speak
for the sake of a maker.

You were standing on
a fault-line, waiting for the
unhappened to happen.

I have come from a
faraway land to dig up the
legacy of the ruined convulsions of man.

The faith, a religion the
god were all forgotten when
you sit homeless, hungry under the sky.

Sheer drop of lightning
takes the brown
land by storm.

The cult grows―
in the hills for
the wolf to stay.

There was no healing
ceremony after
the snake bites.

The bodies are revered with thyme,
when the moon
dips, before dawn.

The natives
were ready to abandon
the glory of man made world.

You sit at a stanza
break and won't
start introspection.

This was your moment
of deliverance.

You bend down
to **** the flickering candle
to feel the stings.

A myth
wears a veil to ******
the sun, when it was
saying goodbye to moon.

This is mass cheats
the time that wants to slip out
from back door.

In next life, will
you recognize me by
my stumblings?

You were lost
in this brutal world
I was a failed truth.

Exotic your heart
still sings for the future
of awakening.

Very old, very pained
were our wounds.
Man was rising every night.

Why were you not
present at sunset, when
twilight was burning
in moon?

You need a gift
of grave to stay cool
when the sky was burning?

You were lost
in this brutal world
I was a failed truth.

Exotic your heart
still sings for the future
of awakening.

Very old, very pained
were our wounds.
Man was rising every night.

Why were you not
present at sunset, when
twilight was burning
in moon?

You need a gift
of grave to stay cool
when the sky was burning?

You require a beginning.
It was too difficult to wake a
buried python. There was a blind love.

You dream of a third arm
to make a triangle. Love, faith
and knife to start a new world.

No imagination. It
was reality. The drama never started.
The crowd freezes without cold.

Downloading the fire-
from your long tresses, I have
singed my hands.

A carcass flaunts
the broken ribs. May be
someday it rises from the ashes
like phoenix to see your meltdown.

Not now, I am not ready to die
in your blue lakes.

One day the namad comet with a long tail
was going to crash in your bay.

The thick smoke
covers the embers. You raise
your eyebrows to betray
an unimaginable fear.

Must you lean on-
the window to see the depth
of the fall?

One day I will take you away
like dandelions.

The night at noon.
Will you come to light the lamp?
I am trying to write me out.

The surrealism bashing
continues. I am searching your
trapped face in ***** water.

Why are you sad
after knowing what was
unknown to all the stars?

The freckles were
appearing on the face
of Venus-

Arms broken.
A man-eater was shot
dead, while feeding.

The reddened skin
invites a vespa. Sometimes
you love the stings.

You wait for
the sunsets, before the
Venus flytrap shuts.

Drifting on the
dust road, I start
searching my lost address.

How will you hear
my voice?

The freckles were
appearing on the face
of Venus-

Arms broken.
A man-eater was shot
dead, while feeding.

The reddened skin
invites a vespa. Sometimes
you love the stings.

You wait for
the sunsets, before the
Venus flytrap shuts.

Drifting on the
dust road, I start
searching my lost address.

How will you hear
my voice?

Myth of my path was
weird. It does not take a turn. Only
stops midway. You can take hemlock.

I peel off the light
of the moon. Now you can walk under
the stars like a bride.

When the pain stops,
nobody knows. The penultimate
narrates the endless rain of tears.

Stargazing
under a new sky.

Buried in the sands
of time,
to locate the gate of moon.

Nothing else moves
in my thoughts, except
a Venus fly-trap.

Your hinged, slanted
eyes, capturing my words.

Then your maze bleeds
in the spotless dawn
of baby year.

Between a mortal
and a saint.
I hang my mirror
to prove the divinity of the dust
of god.

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

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

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

Watching a full moon,
trying to mend myself, meeting
the hermit of me.

A sacred promise
was made under the eyes of moon
I don't know why.

The quirk of fate?
Can you decipher the script
of unwritten oath?

The night had dumped
the moon on the hill.
I was going to drop your name in rose bushes.

Sleeping alone was a torture, when
anxiety shows its fangs
in drooping lids.

Mysterious calls come,
from nowhere, when you were standing
on the sharp edge. A crisp decision
had to be made.

You become gold, without crying
and expose yourself
in dim light― where day and night meet.

Who will talk
about the final descent,
when you will deceive yourself?

A soap bubble was
shooting skyward.

When moon was becoming
bipolar, you were recuperating
painful love by black magic.

To bring down sun's
corpse, I kiss your song, so that
rainbow kills the clouds.

Let's go to the land
between two rivers and collect
Babylon jewels for ever.

Open the news paper
and find out that war has a set sequence
of going daily,
and has a negativity.

The physical shock, when
the earth trembles. Your body
becomes stone, hairs stand.
Light breaks through the twisted limbs.

I don't love the ritualism.
Time will not stay for you. My life
becomes your life. Sod
will receive the ashes of rage.

And you will delete the
presence, the touch, the dust
of departed fragrance. Once upon
a time, death used to be a song.

Small truths
of gun battle,
with black roses in hands,
beg for peace.

You fly with broken wings,
and fall like a damp squib.

The darkened facts
in outsized pain, want to
revert back to line of separation.

How will you enter
into the sinless book to find
the words of a prophet?

Nothing was personal.
I have come to you―
to complain about you.

Your wrinkled eyes
look straight through me, and
push me into a dark blue lake.

I want to go dumb?

Be what you are.
As night falls,
I start moon spotting
standing starkly against the pain.

Reaching for you
from you, in―
moonless night.

The relationship of
dream blood, was never
seen but heard.

The pursuit of location
where the eclipse descends like a dot
on truth.

I am going to touch
the surreal constellation
again in your wet eyes.

Cannot see through,
when you
take different avtars.

Deeply quiet, I want
to be defeated
in your hands,
like a small Buddha.

Who walks in my poems
when the god fails?

When the blueprint
appears on the moon, I empty
my glass of Aconite.
The snake sleeps for
my self-esteem.

Here and there,
I find you in every rhyme.
After the dawn
whispers would die.

Left in the den of
wolves, the half-brother
becomes human.

You start learning
from yourself.

A vampire, an
alien, fossilized eggs,
the house booms.

On your hand,
O empress I had left
my legacy to face the sea
of tears.

Love in the madhouse
flourished. Moon wept for
the lost of silver coin.

The falling morals
grieve. Money was changing
hands in dark.

Cuddling instinct.
Was that important to
hug a bear?

Standing like a
candlestick, you want to
touch the blue sky.

What emotions do-
you need to beat the
unbroken kisses?

Something crashes
inside, like bone china
to mimic the brutal
fall.

Be some tender-
to me, I am carrying
a burning glass.

Cuddling instinct.
Was that important to
hug a bear?

Standing like a
candlestick, you want to
touch the blue sky.

What emotions do-
you need to beat the
unbroken kisses?

Something crashes
inside, like bone china
to mimic the brutal
fall.

Be some tender-
to me, I am carrying
a burning glass.

Searching a lost soul
I found you, and stripped
off the old moon from-

the forehead of Himalaya.
You wanted to manipulate the sun.
I will not stop star-gazing.

Do you know there
were no absolutes in life.
Will you brace the uncertainties?

When the sanctity-
will not alter, and sun
dips in the sky,
I will give you a call.

Sin versus sin were
going for a war in large
swathes of purity. If there
was no come back.
I will give you a call.

Small fathers now, will
not bring any revolution.
We will watch only that was invisible,
I will give you a call.

When dried lips will not
barrow the salt of sea, there
would be no anthem. You
start avoiding the altered nature,
I will give you a call.

Read my sparks
in detachment, for the
intimate collage.

In agony of
summer moon, let us sit
on grass and watch the
shooting stars.

Writing the god poems
for you, was not easy for me.
I would bruise my wrist
to lift the pen.

In massive handshakes,
the birthing of
beautiful relationship took no name.

And now shelling
the nuts, I give you all
the kernels. Today it was a
good night to leave.