A sudden shock,
when a snakeskin starts moving.
Behind the shut doors
a conspiracy was hatched.
Son of the moon―
wriggles on palms. Sneaks
a glance at the diving sun.
Cut and glued, a mourning looks
in the eyes of a Titan.
The anarchy raises its head.
The make-up cannot be
taken off. It will expose
the artless faces.
When eyelids flutter
of a fallen angel, you think
it was an imperial command.
A pause in pain.
You float on ice.

When you plan to quit,
the ghost limb will slash the wrist
to swallow pride.

I do not want to
call you my yesterday. Past
takes revenge.

Nemesis comes
to play its role. Divine
punishment for me.

You tell me, why did you
hold my hand to climb
the purple hill of flames.

On your lips, I had
planted the kiss, not to burn
the shroud of the goddess.

Why life was so cruel
that whenever I lighted the
candle, hurricane reached.

Something was wrong.
I cannot catch your sleeve
after timeless fight.

Standing under the
pine, you wait for the cloud
birth in water.

The sun begins to shut
the eyes. Will die red before the
moon rises.

When you are accepting
your defeats between blue and black,
no bird sings. The tornado quietens.

End to end I meet
gods of criminals. Do you unwrap
the truth from the bite of a viper?

Diversity of the human
kind will always come to war.
Nobody can decide who will win?

Talking to
vanishing lights―
then I panicked.

Historic low.
Ghost will not leave.
I see him everywhere.

The journey
in caves, to reach within
the vultures.

Black and white
will meet one day all―
with empty cups.

I will speak less
when words exhaust to find
the meaning of life.

Break a heart to drop
the pride of climbing pink
rose on the white wall.

What was left in
my brown eyes to see a river
weeping in the desert.

I will speak less
when words exhaust to find
the meaning of life.

Break a heart to droop
the pride of a climbing pink
rose on the white wall.

What was left in
my brown eyes to see a river
weeping in the desert.

I wanted to see you―
in leap of night,
when the dreams walk
like moon's center of pull.

A book keeper will ask―
where this revenge stops?
Like *** slave you submit
to the lust of the system.

How does one die inside?
A day after, when you surrendered
to a cheat under the sun,
a mocking bird started singing.

A paper hawk makes a―
dive in dry river. Sleepwalking
begins to collect the lost
memories with an empty bowl.

Become a friend of
yourself in light as a stranger,
without sexism.

I celebrate the fall
of towers. You cannot make
a big hole in blue sky.

Can we hold hand
like sun and moon entwined
together in twilight of sunset?

One by one
leaves had gone,
several and many times.
Lone tree, standing naked in dry wind
was ready to walk.

In inward aloneness
to know the roots.
You look straight into the eyes of primeval
suffering. Under a cramped disguise of happiness,
behind the glassed life.

For the clawed, weeping silences
who had turned away from the shrill voices.
Night of burns,
and promised beach of immortality
shoulder to shoulder.

Snakebitten
you raise your hand:
not to strike back,
but to salute the pain.

Weaving the aurora of stainless performance
of inevitable.

Not going to change my path.

Gazing through years,
the fog, the hurts.

You were flame-born
in strong winds.
Father of woods,
the hunger was very faithful.

I have nothing to give
except my heart to live in your
eyes. I will not tell what I will do.

Near god some saboteurs,
or carnivores are awakened. It should
not have happened, would never be.

You author the ephemeral
muse, changing the times. You always see
the sun and moon sees you.

Moment of truth.
Bougainvilleas
on grass.

A visible absence.
I was searching―
you in poems.

Your fluid eyes.
My moon-clouds
ready to crash on the land.

In my cupped hands
I collect the tears
of the sky.

The moon rises with
stone-face. I wanted to see the
pulse of water. The sodium melts.

I am writing my age
in your palm to see the
attachment of golden tears.

Let the blood flow
from your thumb, before you
shoot the chest of a peacock.

A streak of sin was
always there, when I looked
at you in brief encounters.

Cathartic.
I would not kiss the
eyes of a viper.

The giver was insane.
A bane of togetherness.You
were getting pheromones all the time.

Parenting was difficult.
Now as the holy month starts.
You were always near the moon.

In golden sunset,
I will prepare my elegy.
The flames were always green.

With the relapse of grief,
drums sounded loud.

Let the opus begin
in evening robes. Your hazel
eyes will speak,
will not shame the knifed trust.

Still dazed, I trip
against the mirror. I have always
spoiled me. Following your stars you move
with feline grace in charity
for truth of unknown.

I felt connected to some
invisible spirit in many shades.
The body smells the soul
of strange thoughts, you could't catch.

Under heavy foliage
sleeps the sun. I go for
your trembling hands.
A grueling travail begins
to find you.

You become a magical
crystal ball. I can see through you.
Twin loaves cry.

You had arranged
the words to invite me.
Path was not found.

Flesh and the spirit
lived differently. Death laughs
you had it coming.

I would be same
even when you will come
in dark to light lamp.

You pry out my eyes,
when I look at your hands,
which were rough and cracked.

Were you digging
your future? Pomegranates
always left red scars.

Don't ask the god
who was helpless, sitting
on sun to cool you.

It were not you
at the end of poem. Something
of moon had died.

Time has not come
to intervene in parting
of lips turning blue.

You will not change,
in offering the drink of
stunning Venus flytrap.

It were not you
at the end of poem. Something
of moon had died.

Time has not come
to intervene in parting
of lips turning blue.

You will not change,
in offering the drink of
stunning Venus flytrap.

Give back my name.
You brutalize me by your big size.
The language of love needs transcription.

Violence mesmerizes you
to indigo. What kind of a gene turns
you into an animal for blood rhythm.

It is evening from
house to house. Under the fading
sunlight. I will invite Venus.

You seldom touch
the flames of eyes, when
I believed it was true.
Your hand burns.

Ceremonial. I
pluck the roses in
delirium. O pain-giver
there was beautiful blood.

Cloud, cloud tears
slip for thousand of years
to reach the dry lips of iris.
Why did I go blind?

After the snake bite
you turn blue, a goddess
of forgotten sins, I
will never blame you.

Cleaning the Augean
stables, I was going
to punish myself.

A soldier of your conscience
you will not commit
suicide for the sake of heaven.

History repeats itself.
There was no waiting
to open the morgue and
search your cadaver.

A burnt out stigma
still spreads the incense.
Blackbirds fly in unison.

A crepe bandage
was not sufficient to alleviate
the pain of centuries.

I am still asking
myself to receive a gift
of poverty.

Truth has lost its glitter.

I ask myself sometime,
who was your dynast of pain?
Why sky weeps and rains stop?

Why the queen sleeps for
a visual dream? How many names
the love has? What life demands?

Who will unseal
my questions? A hand slowly
covers the flames and clouds burst!

In war of words
you were your own-
image in sea of blood lunacy.

About the diplomacy
dawn brings the-
stings of wasps. The spirit
rattles the peace of mausoleum.

This is the curse
of unknown gods. A black
throat kills you by sweet lyrics.

Barehanded you
catch the lightning, and
the moonstorm sinks the boat.

I do not listen,
I do not read. Perceive
you in my silken thoughts.

The colors are fading.
Shrine lives by its unsung music.

Dual to one another,
I became
a victim's faith.

Collapsing at
far side of the moon, before
I remembered ars poetica.

There was a motive
behind the question, in
between the teary answers.

It was not possible to find
peace, in verses, on the loud
lake at night.

Will ask myself
again, why not to set
the boat on fire?

You were shrinking
like microcephaly,
the mankind's evolution
in expanding universe.

The new thoughts-
do you think we were
always talking nonsense.

The real tragedy was
here, in your hands
when you held the
gun.

The lead in water,
and arsenic in earth.
Like celebrating the man's
victory on space and time.

It was a subtle shock.
I will meet you before
the sun sets.
Smiles have come up for sale.

The failed aphorism.
You were always afraid
of an anvil.

Hot iron was not red. You cannot multiply.
There was no trauma.
I will ask for my blue stars.

The hooded threat
was evident. You were not
ready to face the stroke.

With bare hands I will
dig out my key. Your kindness
was enough to open the lock.

Life brings out the
intense eyes of cobra, ready
to charge.

The burden of life to
carry fund roses, neither pink,
nor yellow, just black.

*

I wanted to forget the
morbidity of violence and
crooked smiles of moon.

*

Unheard words move
like vipers. You don't bleed.
Freeze like a statue.

Not enough, your love.
You were the most natural
thing happened to me.

Never aging-your
smile, when you walk in grief.
We turned strangers.

Long back there was a
tiff between the two soldiers.
None wanted a ****.

A thousand moons
you walked to search me.
A sparrow waits at the
end of road to welcome a pilgrim.

You were wearing
the red linen to narrate
the story from birth to death.
How many rivers you had crossed?

The blue black sky
always glittered in moonless
night. Wine glass will
spill the elixir to meet gods.

Wake in my dream
O nightingale. It is god's
domain to find the answers
of perennial questions.

Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How
to take on the incredible?

Will you leave my
hand? I asked the scented wind.
In sanctuary god takes turns.

You speak via eyes. How
to live in sanctum -sanctorum
without dying?

Unceremoniously―
you blow off the earthen lamp
after the night vigil.

Still stranger
to dark, you start self-destruction
in holy violence.

Was there any life
before death? You encounter
the crucified truth.

Now you wear the blue lake
to meet the moon―
in a forlorn sky.

I let you see
the falling star. It's heat
had savaged me.

The unthinkable,
has happened.
I am still alive.

After the harvest
moon, there were―
many aspirants,

to reach the Mars,
when a lynx left the
pug marks on their chests.

First snow went
deep in asylum.
All gates were locked.

The stains will wash
the blood moon.
I will bring the nightingale.

Show me your sacred
heart. Can it sustain a
knife ****** through the ribs?

You are walking on the
man's skin, spread over-after
the vision, as though you can reach home.

The ravens have a
field day. It is all black around,
with faces buried in sands.

And you sing in praise
of immortal, who gives you
a limited dose of yawns.

Your lump grows in your
throat. You cannot speak or sing.
Any reincarnation would be futile.

Late winter was never as harsh
like this. You need to grow thick hairs.
The bearded smile betrays the hatred
towards the tulips. Why they were so
beautiful? Appearing before the
summer sets in?

A paranoid controls the fate of
humanity. In dust lie the dreams
of unborn. God's fidelity was at
stake. Faith was breeding
the cults.

Where do you go from here?
How will you nurse the pubescent
buds? If I become a rose, will
you kiss me?

In angst I turn to you.
How do I untangle the ennui?

You wouldn't know,
what you didn't want to,
after a sweet osculation
of a cleaver.

There was blood
on grass, after witnessing
the afterlife of a future god.
The goddess still weeps.

A black moon hovers
in blue sky. Was there a
polite embrace after
a violent actuality?

Delicately you hold
back your tears. The most
important exit was to
remain reticent.

Unsaid ache was the
greatest bliss.

Joining back tribe
was not atonement
for separation.

The truth ****** like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.

Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.

I walk towards you―
till it hurts.

In moment of nemesis
I set you free,
and deceive me.

You look beyond me
and become blind for the road.
Life starts drifting away from
each other to discover the meaning
of truth.

We may not meet again,
behind the faulted moon,
groping for light.

You always knew―
I was not you. A miniature
vice― religion apart,
had become a river between us.

I won't swim again.
Buddha smiles with alacrity.

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Unbelievability.
I am nudged to shift
the centre of gravity.

The flames are touching
both of us. A civilized frisking
to unmask the secret.

I look at the dark
sky to plant the stars.
Unreached and unreachable
were you― in the carnival.

A creepy night nods.
I must wait for your zodiac
to blink and release the
incense of dew drops.

There was no destination.
I am a surfer, will not skirt
a thunderbolt.

Blood stains will appear later.

Of many gods,
I chose the rock-cut Buddha.
At night we would talk daily.

Like at talkathon―
I will accept his grace,
to follow my inner voice.

I will narrate about the
walking giants, silent birds,
and weeping Ashokas.

In togetherness we had
separated with hate in
aloneness.

The love bites don't
excite anymore. The religion
of *** and―

religion of war have
become one. I will not
recite any adage now.

The philanderer―
an anti-man, comes for regaining
moral conscience. I
pledge my peels.

Ocimum was not ready
to marry a giant tree.
This war will never be over.

The skin, the deep voice
within, were wakeful in dark. There
was no hope to revive the naked soul.

The sea and the whale.
Competing for death-dance.
Blue sky kills the stars.

Now I will become mute,
watching the jewel-thief…
taking away the golden calf.

It was a non-beginning.
You were there.
How much do you know
about this aggression, when
the emperor was getting
ready for self-destruction?

The heat of a bullet breaks,
the alien chest. I grab the
soft music of heartache―
and release the waterbirds.Now
the eyes will see the―
dawn of mind, and my little
dust will fly over the blue blood.

A man covers his mouth
with a strip of cloth.
He wants to talk to a laughing Buddha.

Night comes like a
black dog
around the corner.

I start paying off the debt
cry for cry, with a
ceremonial sword,
cutting off the shadows
falling from the
distant hills.

My questions are burning―
on pyre. How did I fail myself?
Why some mercy
was unacceptable to me?

Standing in midstream
I let go your hand,
and drown in quick sand of thoughts.
Now a poem will
lift me from the ruins.

A bit, like you
I wanted to live, making
my own rains.

When you will not yield,
I would come to meet
my nemesis.

The life flings away your
innings. Still you were trying to play
with flames.

Like sun's corona,
you were encircling me
in my eclipse.

Somewhere dandelions
spread the magic,
like your spindle fingers.

But weird thoughts
hover again to extract
the price of lost moons.

Wearing leaves, one
by one, I become a bo tree.
Buddha will not come.

*

Can you devour the-
chilling pain of mushrooms, dying-
every one in cold?

*

The greed overtakes.
Toads don't find place to sit.
Podium fails the speaker.

You want your gifts back.
Body by body,
pain by pain.
Moon separates from sun.

Why blood was naked
for small things.
No one wants
to burn flame to flame.

Can you take
the dust road to blue lake.
Where blaze-
won't die?

In every moment
my weakness will hang. Who wants to
become a prophet.

*

Come in my vision
to pine for the eternal bliss
of waning pink moon.

*

Can you walk with wind?
In summer night to talk with
humming fireflies?

Reflection of your
profile in veiled threat
appears solemnly. I
come down as a hawk to
make my ****.

Lines on forehead were
etched very deep. More possessive,
I wanted every inch-
of your space.

Juxtaposed, I bring
my ghost writing art to surface
to understand your drawing power.

Clouds were creeping
towards the moon. Would not be able
to decide for once, who had-
the irresistible charm. I was
freaking out.

My life had been a reverse print.
The watcher had become
the watched. You were the victor
I was the game.