O Nemesis,
a minimal existence
and quantum pain, this is
how you had insulted me.

My vessel was
empty. So much was to
be done and you are still
digging the mass grave.

Who intends to go
blind in the dim moonlight?
Poem was always at the door.

Was there another exit
of purgatory? Can
you find an amicus?

love versus hate.
On whoever you will bet?
Why there was war against the war
when nobody wins?

Why one dies on the tacks?

Once you were a
walking tree. Drifting. No one
stops planting the seeds.

The pangs. Moons clap.
A renegade makes a temple to die.
Therewas no other space left.

I will not call you.
Your book has been soiled.
I cannot read my own writing.

Once you were a
walking tree. Drifting. No one
stops planting the seeds.

The pangs. Moons clap.
A renegade makes a temple to die.
Therewas no other space left.

I will not call you.
Your book has been soiled.
I cannot read my own writing.

Stone heart, in my sleep
you come to study the falling power
of love to clear the black board.

Where do I go to
find peace? People are swallowing
the burning coals. Very sweet.

My poems sweep. One by
one I am dropping my possessions
to become a fakir, going near god.

If you touch
slightly drunk moon,
at the sill of window, you will
alter the moon of November.

I wait for the earthquake to begin.

The carpenter had promised
to deliver the rocker tonight.

I will make friends
with dark room.

Your hands start shaking
holding a glass-
half-full.

Time to shut the doors.

Don't give me anything.
Let my blood flow through the river of
eyes. A tree dies standing.

Who is ready to go?
The demons want you to put to
torture. Nemesis was different from revenge.

The philosophy of existence
is, how do you define love? You want to
alter the will of god?

The essentia will lift
you for an assumption.
The castle was empty.

Negating the gravity
I remained lonely
after a nightmare.

Watching a hub pushing
out the enigma,
encrypting an unwritten message.

Between odds and
evens, lies a zero. Neither
this way nor that way.

You run very fast
from the fear of persecution.
Why did you downed the Phoenix?

A dynamic ****,
when you start crystal―
gazing.

Were you a participant
of an organized
**** of the planet?

Your roots drop,
as you gamble with the
change of coins. It would
become a stillbirth,
of a seaisle.

Telling lies has become
a lucrative job.
Are you going to buy immortality,
in the bazaar of bazookas?

The blast cells were
rising. There was intense
pain in my thighs. Blood
was turning white.

The heartwood had the ingrained
dream map, to reach the
divine shape of a solemn god, who
was guiding the sap.

One day you would go deep
in dark, to find your roots
where tomorrow was conceived.

And in the ruins, you will
find the warmth of
your peers, still walking on the god-particles.

A religion now takes over
the mob, ready to plunge into yellow
sands of dry river.

The hopes and promises,
give you a horizon, far away.
Your want to touch this furnace,
that brings the burning day of solitude.

The footman was
unseen. I assume, the
new democracy comes
into being.

A steady stream
of thoughts, spread wordlessly.
You feel only the plodding.

The river knows
the integrity of banks. They
won't cave in dry spell.

The rainbow digs in.
There were no arrows
to shoot down the moon.

Time will teach you.
You can't hold on
the realization alone. It
was late to pull back the strings.

Trying to become you.
Nonplussed, still wanting
me to hold on.

In fluid state
my words will catch you
one day.

Almost mortal,
a goddess visits the dream
and wears your face.

Not trying to
reach anywhere to get a
new name in writing
you a poem.

Would you ever
mean to die for a cause
when the trigger finger
didn't pull?

When you don't mean
something, I had become
a thing.

Beyond the time
there was an endless bliss.
Will you care for me?

Dried knuckles will
not ****** the small moons,
accelerating the downfall.

Pomes go red. A
savage invite staring,
to bite the hidden pride.

We never agreed
dividing the river of grief.
Pounding non-stop
like the gorilla.

An endless hole *****
our sun. Planets have no
choice in the moment
of holocaust.

The birds and bees
fly for the land of brides.
There was no marriage of sins.

Goriness has no excuse
to find another moon.
That was a stranger.

In unblemished irish,
the vision was a link
in blankness of thoughts, when
I was weaving a dream
around you.

Your cameo appearance
in flurry of tears,
rips apart my landscape.

The other moon wails behind the clouds.

In androgynous past,
you want to separate the sandwoods.
Death comes as a long sleep.

Your thick braid moves
like a reptile.

I have stopped scripting
the letters. Words float on the
carpeted domes.

Rains would not come tonight.

Life has become blue
O moon, why did I let you in
under my skin.

How come you want
to change the world ? First I
ask you to stay in my heart.

Now would you be
adorable? God! you have
been arrested by a man.

Life has become blue.
O moon, why did I let you in
under my skin.

How come you want
to change the world? First I
ask you to stay in my heart.

Now would you be
adorable? God! you have
been arrested by man.

Someone pours the oil
on candles. The vultures put on
white shoes. Looks intriguing.

Someone commits suicide.
I have stopped looking. Want to
write a poem in blood.

Let me slice my hand.
I want to know how much it hurts.
Can I make my home on your land?

Tears locked, I
resume my journey,
moving away from
an iceberg.

Ethical stones were
erected in pristine memories.

The animal gods sleep,
until the drums awaken them.
Black cohosh will not
shut the buttercups.

You tremble like
X-ray. A magnetic effect
brings us together. Creamy pink
magnolias laugh.

Did I hurt you? I
will ask again. The weather
was fine, when you landed
between the words.

I will bring the groundwater
of deep crevices for you.

Tears locked, I
resume my journey,
moving away from
an iceberg.

Ethical stones were
erected in pristine memories.

The animal gods sleep,
until the drums awaken them.
Black cohosh will not
shut the buttercups.

You tremble like
X-ray. A magnetic effect
brings us together. Creamy pink
magnolias laugh.

Did I hurt you? I
will ask again. The weather
was fine, when you landed
between the words.

I will bring the groundwater
of deep crevices for you.

How much land you
possess to stand on? Fading of age helps.
One day you will go or I will go.

The sculptor on sand
makes a sculpture of
river flowing without water.

Like we are empty.
The love has dried up in the eyes
to complete the story midway.

Questioning yourself―
like a Spanish Inquisition.
Ruthlessly digging out,
the anatomy of arrogance.

No flavor. I speak
to myself of atypical
intolerance of a man in revolt.

The slavery of tongue will not go.

On the verge, the other
thought collapses. No longer
the heritage remains faithful.

Love suddenly becomes
stranger. You won't touch
yourself. The narcissism becomes suicidal.

The black song
empties the mind. You want to weave,
but air does not become green.

I stand alone. The cosmos
moves away.

It was not a random
scent, when honeysuckle
entwines the moon
in evening.

The bewitching smell under your
eyes lingers, till I kiss
it away.

It tumbles out
when the speech fails.
Still I would wake in dark.

Ah, the terror
to remain alive, under
the water of mercy.

Write me off from
the hounded list. I was
walking on the crumbling
leaves of autumn.

Emotions float on
the flames, like the syntax.

Half-right, half-wrong-
faltering on altar,
I have come to-
pay back my debt.

The listening now stops.
Only unheard monologue-
will continue in void
wringing out the tongue.

The burning man will
not scream, even in ashes.
I did, what you did not.
I have cut off my thumb.

Looking at you nonchalantly
I pick up my thoughts in mess,
to stitch my death cap-
stepping out in dark.

All night it rained. I
will not leave any footprints.

Incognito,
going to an altar
to offer apology.

I didn't want to
lose you even for once.
Undefined, more than
any relic gold.

I will wear you
not less than any moon.

You may be walking
amidst dandelions saying prayers.
I will come and read―
your trembling lips.

After luminescence,
when I want to walk out,
I will not say goodbye.

Like poppy's fragile
petals, you will chart
out the vision.

In eyes red crimson.

Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun
will bake your eyes.

You undid my charm,
weaving a web, wearing the
threads of wounds.

Do prayers help the
cobalt valley of cleaved
breast in moon?

Time has bitten me
to deflect. How far is the ocean?
Death has no image.

I am nowhere. My lord
did it? The day has stopped moving.
One corpse will come above.

How many breads, we
carry to feed those who have no mouth?
The Night was very red.

Let's walk in zero
gravity, to find peace.

Stealing few stars
to decorate your black eyes.

Crossing the moral
barriers, you want to give push.

How much you know,
humankind was disintegrating.

The equation was disturbed
by noiseless flight of birds.

Your lips were painted red by
Mercury, after the solar eclipse.

I always think, what went
wrong in writing my name.

Let's walk in zero
gravity, to find peace.

Stealing few stars
to decorate your black eyes.

Crossing the moral
barriers, you want to give push.

How much you know,
humankind was disintegrating.

The equation was disturbed
by noiseless flight of birds.

Your lips were painted red by
Mercury, after the solar eclipse.

I always think, what went
wrong in writing my name.

Distraught-
you were suspicious
of the bliss. Why had I
stolen you from
the jaws of blue whale?

Your transparent veins
had always betrayed, the naive look.

The Antarctica of
pain, has started cracking.
The heart beats will miss you.

Your soft nudge
stirred once a while, to awaken
my sanctity.

Let's meet in the
garden of Eden. I have to
pay back my debt to
keep the god alive.

The bubble will burst
one day for not kissing you
unasked.

Walking in mental
fog, you become
a swaying tree.

In mistiness
one becomes lonely
like a blackbird.

Hollyhocks
would wait, till
the sun comes out.

December rain
brings the gift―
of sleet on lips.

It is a long fight
to end the violence.

You can bury the body,
or, give it to flames on the pyre
but not the soul.

Must take a cue
in dark from trying moments
for Godspeed.

Having an affair
with a distant galaxy?
It will invite strange threats.

A bizarre friendship grows
with stomas, which open
when you smile.

In the portraits of the setting sun
there were no eyes,
only large lips.

Light of dawn.
Day begins with
blue memories.

I sweep―
the floor, of mind.
The palm stands witness.

Nightingale,
does not believe in
nihilism.

Don't get mad
at dragonfly.
It cannot stand still.

I was not ready
to see the footprints of your
blood in my new poem.

This algorithm,
I will suffer if you don't
listen to subtle signs.

Moon was emerging
like a silent killer of doubt.
Someone draws curtain.

How would you retrieve
the soul of moon? There was
not enough darkness.

Long back, the ink
was always black, and
the words would tremble
like aspen.

The echo comes
loudly resounding the green
valley's anguish.

Don't hit me,
by a vivid farewell. Buried
one's head in poems
somebody walks through you.

The wound had been- still raw.
A panther jumps on the antelope.

How would you retrieve
the soul of moon? There was
not enough darkness.

Long back, the ink
was always black, and
the words would tremble
like aspen.

The echo comes
loudly resounding the green
valley's anguish.

Don't hit me,
by a vivid farewell. Buried
one's head in poems
somebody walks through you.

The wound had been- still raw.
A panther jumps on the antelope.

It was hazy in Plato's
cave, I was trying to study
the painting on wall.

Why do I fear for you?
Words have gone dumb
in full moon.

Was it a presence
without flesh, bones?
Only sparkling eyes?

I touch you warily.
Trembling I ask you to come
back in my twirling life.

You do not move.
It happens like never
before. Spirit weeps.

White holes
in black teeth.
An empty truth bleeds.

A lesser light
fights the darkness in a ring.
There was no excuse
for harmony.

The earthen flame
meets the sun behind
the horizon. No more
violence should repeat.

The stripped candles-
cover their faces with melting
tears. You can snap only the wicks.

Your body becomes
a temple. You consecrate
it with blood.

It came like a hail
of leads.
An avalanche of
frog words.

There was no apology for pods.

Living in a seed vessel,
was very precarious. It
splits open from both sides.

You stand naked amidst
the barbs.

Will ever the man will do god
to a man?

I come near the lake
when moon lives.
Something was wrong. He was
looking very thin tonight.

I was not prepared for the pink tears.

To erase your subtle pangs.
You become ingrained in verses.

I will not speak―
a single word to come to terms
with the unknown.

But life extracts a price.
You must become a buddha―
and leave your princess.

You will not see―
the Apocalyse giving rise
to an opus. And my child
you cannot read my book.

The voiceless dumb
bell goes on ringing to send a
call for the faithful to come
and jump into the cauldron of moon.

I boil in the guilty sun.

I am crying again.
My Simba is gone. Before closing eyes,
unstopped he was looking at me.

Is it better to hang?
I will ask Sylvia Plath, what was the need,
to close all the windows and set gas free.

I slapped me. What was
the attachment with an alien? I was
looking at the face of Venus.

Do not sleep, as libido
Moon will visit
the shrine of love today.

It was an end of the―
lone journey. You recover
the path of lost poem.


A river lies buried in
my chest, unawakned.
Would you kiss the stone today?

What if the sword
leaves and purple eyes
of Iris become apocalyptic?

It would be for me― the arrow,
leaving from the arched
bows of goddess of rainbow.

Wearing a tiara, of
golden lotuses, in eerie morning
the sun was rising.

Dawn commits a
genuine sin. Wakes me up
to dig the past for bones of faithless truth.

The silent ocean has
a job to do. Turn me blue in
iced mercy without any smile.

Baked and browned, the
priest, marries a ****** to a ghost.

Eggs went freezing in the sap.
Lips of moon were hot.

In the flare up, the
rebel had cast doubt
on cartridge.

Missiles were unique
but, hands trembled -
concept of sky was a lie.

Saturn and moon were coming closer.
Two way mirror of sun
was watching.

The fallen leaves on grass
refuse to be blown away.
They were waiting for the fruits.

Once in a blue lake
you had cheated the boat,
you may not be lucky this time.

The becoming,
before your sudden
surge of emotions
to finish the half written
message.

That was,
when the words were
getting wings.

Artificial vision?
I cannot look beyond
the exodermis.

A sizzling search
for the Venus
in wraps.

Who is going to
announce the fall of the system?

A hangman
does not need the
weeping tree to finish the job.

Unlearning my life,
you ought to become a poet
in the dominion of words.

Wade the cool waters.
Your concepts become clear
I will give you a call from the boat
in deep sea.

Ah, this was embryonic
pain to bear the **** of truth.
This poverty's debt will
never be paid back.

Too far, the horizon
sinks in the arms of moon.
The condensed tears will-
read their own story.

The contours of broken
life will change.

Walk warily.
You are in crisis zone.
Moon will not rise today.

*

A bare phenomenon
of shedding the
fears in dark.

*

Now you will confront
yourself
to take revenge.

*

Like nocturnal
flight of a bat, to find
the mate on plum.

*

Hangs a tale of
a squirrel, waiting
for a Buddha.

Keeping the end at bay,
spurning advances in dark,
going for a witch-hunt.

*

For the truth. The man and
the beast were one. You will not cry
for the sake of progeny.

*

The swift fall of pen
breaks the barriers. There was no
one to read the scriptures.

The leaning neck
of the moon, getting
intimate with
a tall pine.

Partheno-sculpting
a protégé, without touching
the essentials.

Somebody waits for your
footfalls. Somebody
loves you without telling.

Like sensory pits
of a viper. I smell
your heat.

The swaying hips
of downing night.
Sun was rising.

Talking of the character
and morality, a smoke
rises. To arms.

Butterflies, and
waterfalls. I stand between
the two to take a
look at the last clouds.

On the date palms
my future lives. The pinnate pair
rips apart the poems
of merciless summer.

Burning hands will-
pick up the dented heart.
No more blood was left
in the twisted veins.

Coming out of the woods,
I hand over my moons
to you, for a blue kiss.

Can you wash the words?
They have become very *****. My
encounter with thorns was enlightening.

Do you think your navel
is still connected with your silent
ancestors? Take out your knife to **** time.

I know you were crying
all night. There was no opened door
to find the moon in dark eyes.

It was unfair.

The uncanny animals
are leaving an impact
on human beings.

Under the sway
of absurdity poetics
also comes.

I try to decipher the knot.

Do you know what
you become, when you laugh
like a mockingbird?

My only angel, who
has dropped by the earth
to see me in twilight.

The heart of palm,
you will not eat without me.

Unspoken words
come on the trembling lips.