You wanted to possess me
and I sought to
drink the stars.

An optics? Tears and
blood. Lynching. I
ask the moon, have
you ever been kissed?

You hold my hands
and laugh, heartily,
throwing back your thick, black
interlaced braid.

The radical, retrograde…
white space in between, I
watch the falling snow, covering
my thoughts with silverberries.

This was the unspoken,
untying love between a mortal
and a celestial being!

I ask the tiger woman,
what is the only truth of man?
Mitigated or unmitigated?

Will you tell mehow
to meet death without pain?
Because certainty becomes uncertainty.

Trivial happiness is
very costly. The enlightened
knowledge collapses like Greeks.

I am reading
your eyes. Do you blink
when moon smiles.

This is my victory
day. A troubled poem has
found its muse in tears.

I beckon you to-
create a realm of understanding,
stopping at global heat.

I say to me
to become a colossus to bring
out the meaning of wall.

Was it not the pivotal point
of hate, conflict and wars?
Answer must be written in song!

You start forgetting
the absence of
existence. Wishing to remain
dead for sometime― to see what you did't
want to see in the hands of god.

A tricky aura
overlaps the consciousness―
of proxy war. Someone
cries out for the earth's hug.
Wolves start howling. This
was a stainless ******.

I get nightmares. Craft
slips from the tongue. You
must decide for yourself, who
was a clean angel. Door was
locked, key in your pocket.
You cannot move in the absence of proof.

I told you, we are heading
towards the Apocalypse.

I would be thinking
of you in dangerous journey.
Who was redeemer?

When tree eats
its own roots, I become
sad. What role I play?

Thoughts tremble.
I cannot stop you burning.
I weep with my God.

Telling a big no
was easier than conveying
one painful truth.

The hollyhocks come
back again, after the storm.
It was a religion.

Finding happiness,
when you are alone in
darkness of the noon.

After the sunset,
the moon comes out whitewashed.
An extremist flies a hawk.

The bird's meet was
disbanded. There was no
mandate to decide the fate
of eggs.

I cannot think. After the
arrest of an anarchist the cauldron
was left to boil.
The bones start melting.

Step out from the dark.
The blind men were protesting
in the street against the sun.

It is a small world.
You meet me again and again.

When your lines follow
contours, you become straight.
It is very difficult to remain simple.

Life is scandalous to
hold the round figures. Your stamina
is tested, when you talk about Cleopatra.

I am blood and the
muse. The paper remains blank
till the scream comes from the grave.

You picked the moonlily
without asking the moon to kiss
the Apollo moon and daisy.

Ariel the lion of Cod
God comes down to smell the man
Are we worthy to save from the earth quake?

The ocean will not sleep.
But what inspires the poetry? No pen
or paper. Who writes on the heart.

Syllepsis. A story goes.
You can **** two―
birds with one eye.

Your charisma does
not work.
Solomon has failed.

Not difficult to live
in a shell, if you
are a white pearl.

In aloneness, you
meet yourself on the
way to morgue.

When it drips
drop by drop, a burning candle
becomes a poem.

If you knew it,
time would stand still
to meet your integrity.

Come out some night
in moon, to watch the blue
love of lonely trees. The
melted dark becomes a song
of earth.

Tomorrow
you don't want it-
to come and yesterday to go.
If you can freeze this day
I will never ask for a requiem.

O god, will you
forget my name and
let it be a shrine of
unknown traveler.

Body blow becomes
a brand.
Talking to trees, hitting the trunk.

You were weird
asking for the blank
book to read the unwritten
poem.

Sometimes you watch the
rains unblinkingly
in timeless stance.

Like an amputee
walking on terrace wall
for a glimpse of moon.

Someone has come
to lie down on the rock
to meet the death-
after the unseen hands painted his face black.

I would weep gently.

Interim a random
love of moon, with a fury of
dawn's innocence. I abandoned the stars.

Chilling grip of fear
amalgamates the blood of Venus.
I watched the assassination of a lantern.

A rose covers your eyes
with scented petals. Would you inhale
my words of ******? A salt lake dies.

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.

Why do we
reach ending-
in our dream wars?

Walking on water,
in absence of body
when soul was dead.

Without names-
history was being written
in air. Like smoke
was rising in tainted sky.

You were on trial,
of ****** on moon-
sitting in lotus position.

Wear the night
for your children playing
with stars.

This was involuntary
slaughter,
when you didn't listen to my memoir.

Want to entertain
like a zany in the space when
it is bright moonlight.

The craze was to win
your smile in the drifting snow of
earth for dying flames.

And you cry for small
things which make the weary life
simple and beautiful.

In abstract, I see
you. It was knowledge, moving on
sledge. The desire wants to come.

No future can be
conceived. The words are floating
but no meaning can become invader.

Can you show me
ethnic love and wash all the
tricks to change the gods?

Behind your time
assassin walks
I will sit in a wake.

You had many
faces. The slave value
was increasing.

The impact craters
were coming up in dark
morning of realization.

Harmony suffers.
Explosions come from sky, as
if two stars have collided.

The frail peace
always grieves at the end
of the embraces.

When you disturb
me, I feel as if you
have arrived.

You become yourself
like the serene water
of a blue lake.

Passion of a poem
has a splendid effect.
The street going nowhere cries.

Tonight I will ruffle
your hairs to hide the
moon face of a rising star.

What sparks a prayer,
when I think of losing you.
Organic tears give way.

The genial face of nephrite.
Jade, stone of the flank,
was becoming sectarian.

The pain was excruciating.
Not the evidence of god―
an imitation love.

The anatomy of conflict
looks ******. The street fight
comes out in open. A new born baby

on trash bin. I will not
ask who was the father of
truth. Today I commit myself

to the walking stones. There
was no music. You are
awakened by a loud thud.

The god falls from a big height.

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.

You love to do
nothing? I will come when the
moon dips. I will talk with stars.

It is black sky.
And I am searching for the sun which
is cooling slowly.

How can you collect
the lost love. Allegiance was with the patriarch.
What happened to make your face brown.

This one-sided
dumb feeling, rising―
nothing less.

Spurned.
I reconstruct your
profile after strip tease.

Stitching the
thoughts with my empty
pen, no ink― no paper.

A poor day at hand.
I will not talk to anyone
about a dumb doll.

No fillers.
You don't need any make up
to bring the black smile.

Moon and the candle,
both were wary
of silent storms.

Long back you were lost
in the herd. Do you believe my love will
come back? Dust covers all footprints.

Here you go. The humble
blood seeks truth from falling walls.
Can you write the spelling of fidelity?

The red lake was quiet.
You give a warm hug before you bring
down blue hills in water.

I don't want to
be a winner. My words
are bleeding.

A dangerous god
manipulates the universe.
Everything will come to dust
and ice.

What does the silence
say? You need to ***** a
god's temple on funeral ground?

Donate your blood
for heaven's sake. The
oceans are boiling.

Such wisdom of
no use? Stop thinking to
invade the stars.

Perhaps the burning days
will forgive us.

In deep pit of thoughts,
where even light does not reach.
Step by step I will drown.

*

You shall never hate
viola, blue recluse in storm,
even once for grief.

*

Speaking without words
you reach my ears with quotes.
I am erasing mu ego.

You were my deepest
secret, like a blue
diamond. Playing with
children's moon, sun
releases you from chattel's
bonding.

Who was an abettor
in dark, when fireflies
were starting a mass
funeral? Moon was very
hot and you won't touch
it any more.

There was always an
ethnic rivalry, between
planets and stars. Anexoplanet
peeps into the field of
red clovers. Someone wants
to develop a progeny.

When terror strikes,
fear inside you
makes a hissing sound,
breaks the vessel.
Pain spurts out.

Your limbs swell like sapphires
in a naked suffering.
You were searching the face
of your dead brother on burning ghat.

And then on, it pours.
Babies were burning in incubators.
Blasts devouring the eyes,
ears and noses.

But the dredging will continue.
Irrespective of ocean of death
leaping to fragile shores
till the waves send back the relics.

Whom shall I call for condolence
in the thick of fog?
I was closing the weeping chapter.

When will you go
in dark to explore the yawning
abyss of man's heart?

To rub the flesh and
bones to unmake god's will?
You truly want answer?

You don't want miracles.
Had you not covered my wounds
in blind oceans?

Paper wasps tend-
to simulate. What
if death becomes a part
of our life?

I sent the message
over the hills and moon,
when you were gone.

Without pain, were
you ready for the ending
of life, when life was itself
dying daily?

The day lips crack,
little or nothing was left
to say the voiceless hymns.

Your truth, was beautiful.
Was it a real truth?

You lived in me.
Pure words. Passion changes the
climate, when death is in the care of flowers.

You are playing a
pivotal role to mix hate and love.
Meanwhile I search for the light in darkness.

Ah, grace was not enough
What is mercy? We forget our religion.
Can you recite the sacred mantras?

Nature calls agenda.
It pulls my heartstrings walking in
moonless night to find fireflies.

Hiding in a beehive,the
annual rings cut your years ikn pain
Echoes were waiting in hope.

The sap refuses to rise.
Brown marks on your face are
becoming darker. I Will cross you in water.

I think, not to think.
Scares in silent night. The candle
fails to burn. Do you ignite the muse?

Why the inquiry of pain
grows dim to discover the cause of threat.
The will to write needs a new language.

In the water a thought
dies. I remember T S Eliot. The waste
land devours the beauty of roses and butterflies.

What happened in
ritual abetment, you will
never know in dark.

*

One has to severe
off one's head to see clearly
the object of suicide.

*

The calligraphy on wall
gives a romantic relationship
between life and death.

A river was frozen in my chest, O god –
I choose a burning boat to reach you.
My planet has become a broken bridge.

Voiceless hymns are haunting me.
Standing in a remote village of words,
my poetry beside me.
I want to cross the thick woods.

The hairy legs of tarantula –
I am ready to meet them on my body.
A skylark ejects a lyric at my terrace,
I become a flame.

Pour honey, pour water
I will glow more. The sparks will stay hidden.
When the sky would be overcast and dark,
thousands of stars will come out.
Suddenly there will be light.

The water drinks you
slowly in exile. Your land is thirsty.
I carry my pain behind my heart.

The memory remembers only
the burials. You cannot forget your
image. Time kills the lips.

I am always conscious. Questions
bite. Why you need self-deception? Ultimately
you get your answer in the dust.

Time was short
and I was in hurry.

In Prophet of grief―
humility of pain was evident,
when you bit your tongue,
chewing unsavory words.

It was the trouble.
You wanted me to wait―
till eternity.

Someone throws an incendiary
device towards me.
I am burnt alive.

There was no need to invite
a moon. When talking to
you, I need a dark night.

Counting annual rings
of a felled fig tree,
Buddha becames very sad.

I would take a call
after I seceded from my wounds.
It took me a while to become Buddha.

You outshine, being
a wave breaker. I touch the
stars to squeeze light from dark curves.

Will you remain
vegetable? Your fingers play
like the blind pianist on my face.

This was the first
evidence of altered genes.
Keeping you in abeyance, the
barbs fly from lips to lips.
It is pitch dark.
Reaching the tortuous path of climb,
unabashedly you want to say
it is over.
At the edge of hurts.
What was your pride? Very
private, very distant, thinking
to and fro, when someone wants to pull you back.
Do some questions arise?
Are you ready to talk?
The sermons, the prayers won't
help you become a subject―
to unseen god.
The delusion of being chased
begins. Truth becomes silent.
Will nihilism overtake?

One small step, in dark.
A silver of fear
slaps you.

You move around
to confront the past.
It was the partition of night.
Cobra white, when
eyes would not listen.

You drugged the stone
on stone,
hiss on hiss,
hair on hair.

I did not touch you
like burning coal.

My waterfalls
on red salt, bring the
largest tears of moon glittering
eerie wet.

Overlooks the juvenility.
The shrinking genitals.
It was the militancy.
The freedom, brought
about by the guns.
Now indiscreetly firing at the sky.

This deadpan delivery
of the shut doors. Economy
has failed the toads,
the croaking minions. A raw
poem speaks now
for the unopened coffins.

The run, the run of the
century begins. Some one was
running, non-stop, from
sleep to sleep, away from the ******
assaults, from rapes, from
man-slaughter.

Let me paint a still life.Like
your eyes- unmoving.The irises
with shut pupils.

Why I should be green-
I ask my old mentor?

The terror of a smile
wipes away the tail of dust, with comets.

And the pachyderm remains
buried in the sands of time.

Touching the margins was gone.
You cannot leap over the grass of antiquity.

In fog twin hills will move away
without any acrimony.

A denial becomes a stake
a part of the golden ring- the boundary mark.

A lost soul was
searching the crying body of fusion.
Do you know some things?

A slender pain of wind
bids you a farewell with a touch.
Your lips were mortified.

Sugar corrupts you,
not salt. We suffer comparatively.
The first love was alive.

Walk like me
on burning coals.
You will taste a moon.

A misty link
of inner planet, flaunts
the projectile, going straight
for the sun.

So you believe in
incredible rebirth of darkness
after full moon?

No standoff of this kind
will continue, if the
nightingale returns unveiled.

Infantile ache
spurs again the honeysuckle.
It was red sky after
the sunset.

Pray not crunch
with muffled scream.
There was a rose without thorns.

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.

I cannot do this,
cutting my thumb, to build the broken
heart. A succinct story sits in the sun.

You ****** my peace
of third eye. Now I want to cover the
saga. The abstract will give torments.

Any confession plays the
trick. You are wounded without words.
It was the modernism of love?

In stasis, time
was ready to abandon you,
I suffer intensely.

I didn't want to
hear my own voice. Cathartic,
I was beside myself.

Creating shock waves,
wanted to speak to water
to freeze in eyes.

The contours of
jutting bones refuse to
move. Poverty repeats.

Questions. Untouched
remains human behavior
of caged parrots.

Would you spare
some time to read lines
on the face of Sun?

Shutting down the
windows, and let them
weep in rains.

A silver moon was
feet away, pleading
to be called innocent.

Something was left
after the sundown.
Where do we meet after
the journey's end?

Again my eyes
were wet after your
serene silence.

The call of the lake
was very strong.
I move, then stop
and look back.

Like corona a name
sits on your lips and the
moon starts dancing with you.

You stand there
before the mirror, eyes shut
flying to catch the rainbow.

Inaudible a prayer
zooms in. A hymn of moonlight
washes your hands to write grace.