Do you know the
truth of lies, when
something goes wrong?

You pick up the names
from private dialogues,
to hurt yourself.

Increasingly on edge,
You release the―
doves, to reach the affiliates.

To buy some time
for a debate, I put
off all the lamps.

Why the amnesia,
becomes a blessing in
celebrating the mass beheadings?

I refuse to give in.
Gagged like human sacrifice,
the face of defiance-
clings onto the dark stains
of bright moon.

There was no bond on
caressing. The vigil wouldn't
end after smashing the
lamps to invoke the darkness.

There was a day, when
you laughed over the spitting
of rosy wounds. The
psyche could alter the moods.

When you are alone in
the dusk, I will pledge a
fire in night, past human's
singed pride.

In the rose buds, you
can find ethereal memories
of uncommitted sins.

Absolutely pure,
I would not believe, until
a dark spot
appears on your cheek.

The petals now split
into rays, as in marigold
dividing the sun-
between the eyes.

I look through the stains
now, wearing the blanket
of moon, mottled but silvery cool.
I do not mind to accommodate
the pain of dark sky.

The true words now
stumble out. Give me some
tears to wash the face
of my poem.

You will remember―
what I would not― the
inner darkness of noon.

A bright sun goes
blind for a caged bird. To
dream or not to dream in
the path of unknown.

Any celestial movement―
will bring the halcyon days?
One day the man will change?

This culture, your
ethos were making the
sense datum extinct― a fossil.

Far from the meanings
the body language flies
in wings of wax.

Again an era ends,
the very blood of stones.

Didn't agree to
sell the dream, for afterlife.
There was dread of
crossing the graves.

Moon intends to
come one step closer, to
find your candor. The innards
wouldn't take off the veil.

There was no iconic
shadow. Hope was fading.
Time to confront the unexpected
assault. Light enters from a crack.

What could be a
second coming of realization
on week legs, in twilight
of disturbing truths?

I am holding the mirror
at a distance.

Didn't agree to
sell the dream, for afterlife.
There was dread of
crossing the graves.

Moon intends to
come one step closer, to
find your candor. The innards
wouldn't take off the veil.

There was no iconic
shadow. Hope was fading.
Time to confront the unexpected
assault. Light enters from a crack.

What could be a
second coming of realization
on week legs, in twilight
of disturbing truths?

I am holding the mirror
at a distance.

The shades of dawn
under the waning moon
reflect on your face.

The lace trembles―
when you watch the Venus
disrobing in dark.

Confession made.
You wash your feet in
Milky Way.

In valley of moons
I stood alone to search you,
when daggers came out.

*

All night in garden
I was following a lost moon
between dozing palms.

*

Will you wake me up
after the chilling encounter
with a screaming poem?

In valley of moons
I stood alone to search you,
when daggers came out.

*

All night in garden
I was following a lost moon
between dozing palms.

*

Will you wake me up
after the chilling encounter
with a screaming poem?

I will not talk, keep
your right hand in my left.
Something comes through your eyes.

Love is made of fabric.
You can wash it daily with tears after
****** dialogues. Ants come later.

You don't belong to
renegade. I stand my ground
to carry on the mission to swipe suffering.

In warps and wefts
I interlace a face in―
fine linen.

Are you frightened?
My thumb print goes awry.
You will not recognize me.

I bring the sameness
from inside out.
All night I suffered the elemental ache.

Like Dante you cannot
escape inferno. I don't need
any help, cannot climb out for lynx eyed.

The age inflicts, and
time bites. Still I witness through bleary eyes―
a moon rising.

A furry mother squirrel
brings her small one
on my deck to teach
how to crack the nuts.

I will not utter a-
single word.
The fall of snow is very dense.

The cave man writes
his fate on your palm, but
you were unmoved.

Ah! The love multiplies.
Will freedom come one day
to embrace the comet?

Every thought goes to you
I ask myself, how long I remain
occupied with snow and fall.

The light walks with
me, and shadow guides. The moon
comes and goes in the screams of inferno.

Let us talk about humankind.
It rubs wolves and snakes. Where is the
genuine evolution of man going?

Can I create safe
world by my poetry. The republic love
can take us to Buddha's tree.

A Dirwish is reborn.
Struggling to write a song
for you, wearing the gold rings.

A perfect analogy. Volatile
earth puts on the moons to save the
poetry in the spirit of love.

Are you sure this was
right? Can you differentiate between
truths, myths, and angels. I die daily.

The art of losing the
core-hurts, standing in deepest
mood.
You want to see, what your
prefrontal cortex thinks.

The suffering: the debris
fall on the eyes.
Vast Greenland melts.
The terror strikes. You
inherit the barren land.

I start talking with the
spirits. In the shoe box, lies the
past. The water was rising
in eyes. The scent of moon
sometimes misses the earth.

The butterflies, sometimes
come, declare the deadline
for garden prayers.

Your thin white skin spreads
on the front. The blue
veins have become the strings,
annexing my peninsula.

You had said, it was a
bit of stretch, to cover the
lies of a fading sun,
for a delayed penitence.

Living water will bring clouds
to fill in the lakes of grief.
One day the lilies will grow―
meet in the air, for sombody's sake.

The black moon was still
raw. All the weeds had
become snakes. I start
hating this season of mating.

What would you give
when I ask for nothing?

A mysterious lineage
of the soul. It has no sequence,
no flesh, no body.
I was heading towards the edge.

Did you know the perfect
no home? It has no crumbling walls,
no hurting windows. The gray roof of sky?

The earth, the damaging
winds. An hour of awareness
in wait. You start
exploring jinxed mind,

hearing voices, but no words.

I left a piece of moon on my
table and started writing about
the broken mirror. There was a time
when we used to cry together.

Dusting off the old books, uncared
for months. A rare ritual
defines the motion. It was the
temblor giving me a dustbath.

Do you know who was the leader
of the pack? The greed, the authority?
There was a bright door, between
the umbels. Would you taste the hemlock?

Every thing is in disorder. You
remember how cranky I was when
I found you unframed. Today
I will embrace the empty wall.

Who wrote your name
on the tongue of time? I am not
able to stop the clock.

God, I will never
understand you. What happened
when you were present everywhere?

I ask my lips not to
move. Nobody would know
when you can synchronize?

The template has
no commas. You have
taken away all my sleep.
I cannot breathe in your garden.

In remission who
wants another life? Blue
spots on my body invite
someone, to lick cobras bites.

It was sameness.
You were repeating yourself
forgetting that one day words
may lose the prowerss.

The art of dying
was very weird. You wanted
to defeat yourself. Eager
to know who were you.

At life closing,
were you in peace
with your slips?

The weariness brings
a curse. You start
shredding.

Like a newfound
fossil egg, you kiss
the lost poem.

A dependent
wound stops hurting.
I bring a ****** version.

The moon and the
resurrected dream,
throw long shadows on lake.

My boat goes in flames.

At life closing,
were you in peace
with your slips?

The weariness brings
a curse. You start
shredding.

Like a newfound
fossil egg, you kiss
the lost poem.

A dependent
wound stops hurting.
I bring a ****** version.

The moon and the
resurrected dream,
throw long shadows on lake.

My boat goes in flames.

The pain cycle
celebrates the pitfall,
dedicates to the eternal flame
of catharsis.

Syllables were ready to
burn word by word,
orchestrated for a
random repeat.

Like blue veins opening
in dark without spilling the―
blood. But no answers
were coming to compliment you.

Image of self in mirror
sometimes frightens. Now
you begin living without―
body, metaphysically.

A bonfire starts.

A repeat lover,
moon comes back
every night in different robes.

It was a question
of your conscience, when
you were being eaten alive.

Hyenas will come again-
to unearth the bones, to
give you the message.

Remaining poor was a great
bliss.You don't
need to pay for anything.

The hunger goes deep.
Fathomless.Your eyes roam
in search of a face after the hanging.
Was he smiling?

You hanker to touch
the eyes, which were burning
like coals.

Inspired by you,
I will write a nameless poem.
Would you sign on it?

Draw one beautiful
art on my lips. I will wipe
out your scalding tears.

Listen to your heart
for trapped voice in cage.
The poem sings to you.

Light makes you poor.
There was a back deal for
a wake up call.

What was the nature
of your violence? Did you need
any philosophy to ****?

What was the beautiful
idea to skin a dead religion
unmade by a god?

I don't feel body
I don't feel pain. You play
with me O god!

From the flesh
I remove the pleasure.
A blood wolf moon laughs.

The fringe surrender was
in beheading yourself in dark.
I rise like the Venus.

Eclectically, do not say anything;
put a bullet in your head
and go to sleep.

I know what was coming
after the ballot. A heap of
abuses, for not maintaining the war.

The presence you can feel,
I am the native of this land― when
hurricane comes, you untie the shoes.

May be, wearing a dark suit,
the bartender comes and pours the
honey in your broken glasses.

The music must not stop. The
black spiders, with paired legs have
synchronized with myriapods.

The long tentacles return
to gather you,
in clawless loops.

What do you see in the godless
domain of winged
colts?

The colossus had
glaring flaws. Binary
curse falls like a barrel-bomb.

I remained oblivious
of the uncorrupted dawn,
rising from the ruins of fallen saints.

I am standing on the
grey rock, where black and
white meet. Time becomes a moment.

You by yourself,
will become me―
one day.

I am standing―
lone, with
body planet.

The intrinsic design―
of ampersand
falters. And

partition of soul
begins. The mutation
from the dust to schism takes place.

Where tears cannot
reach, the poem
will carry the message.

How far? How far the goodness will survive?
Born to suffer, a troubled mind
was punished, for melting down.
Livid with revenge sun bleaches
the man made God, a personal anger.
Executioner was on the street
lighting bonfires of your principles.

A silent hope revolts, like green fire,
evergreen, possessing the pride spurts
of hot flames, as the age grows,
the grieving will stop, and when the borders sleep,
it will rise on the horizon, a new moon on
a majestic innocence
of pure hills in sky!

Weird,
your hidden contours,
as true to yourself,
from unseen to seen.

Like a phoenix,
you are supposed to write
your own epitaph,
before jumping on a funeral pyre.

The bald eagles
like simple truth, give
you pain and hurts. I write
a poem for you― then
delete it.

A transitional encounter.
One of us was lying. There
was no eye of the moon.

In search of the silver bullets
to **** the werewolves
of our life.

Hiding the thoughts
in mind space. Will not come
near the heart. I am often lonely.

Were you a volcano?
Will you cry now? Antiquity
plays a role. I won't see the lava.

This was hypocrisy
in the soundless night. We are listening
variant songs. Who was coming without foot falls.

This was my signature
blood. I will think about you. Are
you all right? Almost all the love has collapsed.

What was your lasting
pain ?What was humanistic fear
in telling the truth of one ******?

The same tears of moon
I don't want to swipe in sunlight
I have now stopped asking.

You walk into a trap.
The self-search must start
after the accident in hearth.
The fire has failed―
to ignite the thruth.

No more questions would
come. The shrine will receive
all the answers.

The system wants to know
what went wrong to
identify the protégé of crisis?

You know mimosa. It behaves
like a sensitive person. Touch it and
its leaflets fold together like
greetings and bend down asking
to exit.

The violence erupts. A god has no say.

You had left me reeling
under the bluebells,
like a trembling leaf, like wheels
in human conflict.

Trying to learn the democracy
of honeybees, like the
cohesiveness of fireants,

Handcuffed, staying in
solitary confinement, hitting at
the walls. Chipping away
the ungrateful.

The triage will leave me
unattended. The road...
do you think, it will be visible?

The stars will listen,
night will not.

Bigotry, is that you with
the lost numbers?

Looking back, will not
light the road.

I could not haul myself
out, of the kitchen, of narrative.

Something makes me jittery,
counting my failures. You revert back
to the caravan.

After the love. The lines
burn and you set aside the goal―

of becoming free from writing off
the man.

Night begins
the self-discovery
with green and cream pills.

A binary existence
you would love to
break the myth.

The wind in the sails,
you are going―
nowhere in darkness.

All colors of―
midnight moon,
were for you.

Time will meet―
you in different masks,
to find the truth.

The spat between the hydra
and sea,
was the end of perfect relationship.

Now an unqualified, unknowing―
will take on the depression.

Were you feeling liberated? I would ask the moment.

Let us delete
the faces and go to war
without limbs.

This was a summer afternoon.
The books are in cauldron―

and you are praying alone.

Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling
vultures. I am burning
like Vega.

You had shot down
the wrong prophecy. My
candle burns whole night to search
the lost ring.

Blame of tears
was fading. Larkspurs would
miss the delphiniums. Deception
attracts the crowd. Colors blend.

Concealing the wall
yellow lilies try to bluff me
from underground. Spring was
still afar.

The second existence
was not possible. Trying to
go again for a trial.

Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling
vultures. I am burning
like Vega.

You had shot down
the wrong prophecy. My
candle burns whole night to search
the lost ring.

Blame of tears
was fading. Larkspurs would
miss the delphiniums. Deception
attracts the crowd. Colors blend.

Concealing the wall
yellow lilies try to bluff me
from underground. Spring was
still afar.

The second existence
was not possible. Trying to
go again for a trial.

The brown rice were
not yet ready.
An old man turns in grave.

*

The thingness
was shapeless in dark
Like a sleeping Buddha.

*

Once I told a lie.
The snow started melting
releasing methane.

The moment of truth
for a flower seller.
Sun will not rise today.

Learning the―
alphabets of violence.
I would not bet on you.

At **** beach
I was wearing the moon
in pitch dark.

Silently weeping
a prophet today asks
for the mercy of dead.

In blood and grass
lies the snowman.

I must not look at it twice
after the spring melt.

The black magic has failed.
A mooned night will―
not reflect the real intent
of song's proxy in dark.

A lethal mix of twilight
and solstice, squats in gloom
to listen the surrender
of shine.

The glorious name, ultimately
drops the hint,
of profanity, written on wall.

Remaining hawk
in voyage of tears, birthing
a poem.

If art of communicating was
via testosterone, why
did you land on water?

Mongrels were increasing,
dirtying the road.

Greif multiplies. Hate was ingrained
in faith. The arithmetic goes wrong.

Landscape stays. Moon moves on.
Why red roses were
dying in your land? Tell me
angel, tell me.

The rage insults me. Who
was perfect in the crowd?
Do I ask the god?

Retrieve the ancient
mantra to invoke wandering
spirit of Agni.

*

Let the time burn
in crucible of fair pain to
test nugget's glitter.

*

Still ******'s book was
untouched- unopened
to redeem the words!

To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.

What elevated you to a celebrity?
Your **** or deep wrinkled groans?
Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
Exile from the past is over.
When you intend to comeback to childhood
and become a simple star?

Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
I am afraid the flames will engulf,
the genius of pathways.
Everything will turn into obsolete gossip.
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.

Rivals in equilibrium,
when conflict
interacts.

The reciprocal effect
hurts each other. There
would be no elegy for anybody.

The musk deer
roams for the mate in
the jungle of frozen dew.

Why it is-was
violent? No past, no
present. You want to live
with a diaper.

Small diamonds
poking out. O god, I
did not give you any gifts.

Like a cheat love,
moon sail, into the bushes.
I pluck a rose.

Leave me alone
under peach tree for a while.
The moon wants to talk.

Reeling in dark
to meet the guest of lake,
before he jumps.