You do not mean, what
you say in dim voice, I
would, what I didn't say.

Light moves abruptly
to **** darkness. I was wounded.
Seeds would germinate?

Half a sun, King moves.
Queen sleeps on the golden bed.
Moon will weep at door.

Part of me― like a morpheme,
you are leaving.
Now I will stand without legs.

The slain shadow moves
from face to face. I
have yet to complete my chapter.

I know what you have to offer.
But I wanted more of
your intimate thoughts about life and death.

You have frequent mood swings.
Sometimes you wanted to go insane
in this clever and wise world.

I trace the terrain of the
inaccessible mount, where one day
you will find broken hull.

No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem
finds its own words.

The thought
moves stealthily. You put
your hand on my hand.

Your eyes now
search the lost kingdom
of trembling nostalgia.

Will I remain
human? Living amidst
the burials? Do the dead
laugh?

Was there a casualty
at beach? You will not swim
nor drown, for becoming
a nightingale.

My eminent revere
was to live, waiting for
you!

Sometimes reading your-
own poems, you start
listening to your heart again.

There was no concealing.
Deep red to blue, you
will read your mind.

You peel off the pomegranates
the purple heart,
brown eyes.

Unhoped for the
acid test, you burn your hands.
Dry wood goes into flames.

The stains now
cling. You cannot wash
away the domes, split eyes, the fall.

The night waits for
the unborn sun. You write a new poem.

I start with one
word, to become an autistic. No
gifts to spoil you. You have come down.

Ignorance was the teacher.
No path comes from history..
No need to agree with the god.

Want to live in water.
Want to kiss one's own death.
Nightingale rejects the small tree.

After a little wee,
I will put the record straight
by removing your name
from the hit list.

No more, the river
bleeds, chasing the mannerism,
of falling stones on
the glass houses.

A massive selfie campaign,
overtakes the school bus,
full of wayward, tipsy
wandering kids.

The negativity
targets the blooms. Roses are
roses, they will not stop
sending their compliments.

The waves
had brought me to you.
Do not be gentle to time.

Lower the songs
into a mass grave,
as the violence spreads.

This time-travel
will take you to panic attacks.
Blackness moves very fast.

Hypoxia.
Photons will take you
to fading sun.

Glitterati,
now hurts. You cannot
haul the gift of reeds.

The waves
had brought me to you.
Do not be gentle to time.

Lower the songs
into a mass grave,
as the violence spreads.

This time-travel
will take you to panic attacks.
Blackness moves very fast.

Hypoxia.
Photons will take you
to fading sun.

Glitterati,
now hurts. You cannot
haul the gift of reeds.

In the madhouse,
after the day of punishment
you walk naked.

Stunned, it was
legalized, pain that will
rule. Never more than pain
of peers was to be accepted.

Would you like to
rest under the palm tree
in scanty shade?

Utopia was no more
in our vision. You invent
scary contraptions stealing from
tribal myths.

Let me not mourn for
myself. Renaissance
reverts. Who was changing
the history?

Not political, my despair
was for you.

Standing on green snow
for the human race, you bring a
message for billowing pride.

The liquid water collapses
in my hands. Flow of ink is weakening.
Everything looks black.

My soul mate always laughs.
Have you ever visited the sun. It
is always burning, but never dies.

For the memory of palms,
the pretence lives on―
the blade of a saber.

You run on the sands
barefoot― to catch the waves
returning back to sea.

You had stopped
talking to me― wearing the
mystery― I loved.

On skin you print the
anthem. Somebody kills the lamb.
The pathos went quiet.

Becoming cold turkey,
absolutely white. The pilgrimage
over, you break the coconut.

If you must go
empty-handed, the sacred
hymn will always follow you.

Poems had
entered into you. Enough,
you said. You were overwhelmed.

I will wear the cloak-
you had left behind to,
read your beautiful, mind.

Will not give up to find
out your lost footprints. Criminality
on its own would be erased.

Pain was universal.
Coming and going will continue.
Curtains will not come down.

Walking in sleep at
night with large steps like a
colossus on earth.

*

Measuring the planet
to find shelter for unbearable pain
of suffering souls.

*

Some chaste efforts
will take you to a deep hole
to displace the satan.

One thought we would
share, but won't talk.
A round moon offers
the childhood innocence.

Did you touch
my hand to transmit
a galaxy of bright
revelation?

The blood moon was
once hacked to death,
when you refused
to kiss the burning candle
of epiphanic moment.

A superembrace
sets you free from the
shackles of commitment
to become earthly shadow.

Untouched I cannot find
the title of incomplete life.

You break me up,
with a tinge of salt-
playing with your god.

Like a new moon
talking to sky,
nixing the old bed-
leaving behind the baby steps.

Unvisited words
cause deep ripples.
You were climbing a tall autumn.

Wasn't it the malefic
effect of Mars on the trembling
legs of a pilgrim?

Having no-reservation,
curse of dismantling a pyramid
looms large.

I was not afraid
of half-lion, half-human.
Root suckers were happy.

It was your choice,
to seek or not to seek.
God wasn't everywhere.

*

There was not much
argument to abandon,
lofty peaks for river.

*

Will become classic
in heap of dark moons.
That was called grace!

Catching the colors―
of rainbow, altering sky.
You kiss me again.

The panic was real.
Confession of a lone wolf
enters twilight zone.

Strange undergrowth sends
misty feeling of raw wounds.
I sing my farewell.

Sorcery comes alive.
You tie my hands not to write
the violent sunset.

There was no rationale
of jinxed proxy. Let me sort
out the gifts of a no god.

You want to initialize me
in forgetting you. Was it so
simple standing under the rains?

Who were you in
my nest, divorced from the
silence of the aches?

The door will not open now for
the moon to walk in for a tender kiss.

This soil, the grief
the stairs I am going to throw
your malignant civilization.

Start respecting yourself now.
I will come to pick
up my virginity.

You do not know, what was
behind this inertia.

Brutal. Another lover
too. Four-letter words ****.
A self deception begins.
You shut up in yourself.

From meaningless trivia you
want to extract peace.

The leather was becoming feminist.

You can eat your partner
if conflict increases.

Will you like to read Camus
again? Especially- The Myth of Sisyphus?

The humming birds are
disappearing. No trumpet shaped flowers.

Half-naked in beachdress―
a truth was swept away.

Blindfolded I groped,
to cross the line-
not to become carnivore.

The gorge was deep.
I turn cold. The echo of
silence boomed in fatherless
seeds of mercy.

I will warn myself,
and ask why was there transcendence,
when the impulse was
to hang?

Thinking of truth
was difficult. Your footsoles
develop blisters. No home
was in sight.

Accepting the challenge
you start searching the
temples where deities were
dismembered.

Discarding―
the past, systematically,
you reach the core,
of undoing.

A curse hangs―
over the empty cup.
Now you can fill it
with tears.

Space shrinks.
Eternal memory of
losing your faith―
brings in the damaged truths.

Stick and carrot―
both survive.
It was not, it was,
the liberation.

Moon hangs from
your eyes in black dreams.
Wolves run into the woods.

The human touch was
waning. I will follow the arc of
pain. Man becomes fish.

After the drill I ask to
dismantle all man made palaces.
It is time to worship rocks.

What would you say―
if I shed my identity,
before the water enters the boat?

A cold-blooded,
culpable homicide, of the genius,
whom you gave your house
of cards.

Amidst the pathless windows
leading to no night
no dawn.

The ice bucket dramatics.
What message you want
to send, to thirsty small birds.

The fishermen sleep
beyond the echoes. No stones
were going to scream.

When you were you,
me picked up the words-
you did't say.
You stir up a verse,

incendiary enough-
to start the chakras of sorrow.

Why to believe in
reincarnation, when carnations
in your eyes won't die.

A bloodbath for
believing in nothingness-
of innocence in the folds of time.

The seeds were in mode
of dispersal, of hate
and insults.The crowds were thinning.

A strange thing was going to happen.
Dark sky would descend
randomly to capture the speed.

Blessed dying
like a fading moon―
with no watermark.

A candle's flame
makes a hole in your shaking hand.

Skids off― on the
unpaved dirt road, a sleep catcher.

Climbing on moon shaped
rocks for the final jump.

Comes like a throwback
dialogue, what you did not say.

I will go in the wings now.
It is your turn to come
on the stage.

A nameless baby was born
on paper. It has
become an epic.

My closing words were
said, the land was sinking under your
feet. I will go into melancholy.

You were partnering my
tears. How does it turn lousy? Rosary
of thorns? Don't make your own funeral.

When God is angry, life
itself will take a nemesis. You stand
alone when it rains from a broken heart.

My closing words were
said, the land was sinking under your
feet. I will go into melancholy.

You were partnering my
tears. How does it turn lousy? Rosary
of thorns? Don't make your own funeral.

When God is angry, life
itself will take a nemesis. You stand
alone when it rains from a broken heart.

My closing words were
said, the land was sinking under your
feet. I will go into melancholy.

You were partnering my
tears. How does it turn lousy? Rosary
of thorns? Don't make your own funeral.

When God is angry, life
itself will take a nemesis. You stand
alone when it rains from a broken heart.

The porus mind―
in the vacant chair, thinking
of infidelity or unbelieving― with
folded hands in prayer
like mantis.

Eating moonlight―
a predator will wait
for a victim fall.

In meditation, you
evolve into Zen. The intuition
to ****, the urge― to go
bald and bare.

The kleptomania. Let me steal
your god from your garden―
without any need. Just
a showpiece.

In a death trap
millions of caterpillars die daily.

You know what I mean.

You replicate the moon,
when someone dies for a cause
at the edge of light
between life and death.

Why in every voice
you appear. Blood ******* has
started. Vectors were ready to strike.

Earth was not my home.

At the foot of the
burning candle, a dancing
shadow gives you a call.

In moment of
hubris, all chandeliers
will crash and prehistoric dirt
will cling to hairy legs.

The taste of berries
was changing. In deep
autumn only skeletons
talk.

Near the lamp
festival, we will watch
the leaking sky. The
aliens would have the last laugh.

The time turns
back the clocks. The
defiant mood will bring out
the beautiful masks.

Hot fish
becomes topiarist.
I want to remove the scales.
Once for all.

The lesser island
holds the boat. You
become ready to rove
in dark.

Hot fish
scrambles at dawn.
Do not open the eyes.
It will go straight.

It stuns.
A vampire bleeds
the vein of black moon.

Unresigned,
I pursue the path
of your historical pain.

What provokes
your inner beast to become
your own light
to enter the darkcaves.

The stone tools
cross your footprints.
A python tries to swallow sun.

You steal,
not imitate my golden words
to become immortal.

When you yield to be
my subject, I will go beyond
the moon to propose.

A rendezvous in
the lost Eden of ecstasy
to retrieve footprints.

On the muds of time,
who knows whom we will meet
in the jungle of rains.

The shadow love
behaves like cannabis.
I laugh with you.

Go to war. I say
to myself. You prepared
nothing for yourself.

Why did you want
to wash the golden ring
with your tears?

Ask the destroyer
of the day, why did you
cross my path― when the
sun was setting?

A subdued sexuality was ready
to get the answer―
from the ultimate punishment.

Meanwhile I search
the ruins of old empire for salt seepage.
Freedom from bread and roof
was still far away.

The cultish nativity booms.
Who was the inheritor of this―
earth? Are you sure the face
of moon was shrinking.

Why the defence of
blood corporates? Shame
the arousal of hooded king cobra.
Snakecharmer was dead.

Beyond the river
I will meet you one day
as a castaway.

Gently a mystery
resolves. You were my
half-being, uncensored by
quirk of fate.

That was the lost
innocence of a fakir,
who left the palace to
encounter the god.

Nothing to hold on;
the empty boat crashes
at the bank.

You were going to
become a father of unborn
progeny, which will discard
you at the end.

All the white lies had become
black truths.

Let me reach the
zero point, where I didn't
want to go.

The hymn to saddened
goddess, will always belong to
sender of black roses.

I will ask a question
after seeing you. Were you
ready to receive a non-killer?

The coming of my
rival was a blue shame.
I did not touch your lips.

The sun wakes up
and the dew shines again
on your flickering lids.

It might happen- that
I become you, in your spring,
you remain winter.

It will never come,
my birthday, till your bright-
red lilies bloom.

The lips won't move
for a kiss of the black rose
under the blue moon.

A city burns.
The child carries the father
on his head.

The museum of skulls.
Nudes had blue veins
and scars on thighs.

The names were inherited.
Gettysburg water
refuses to mend the bones.

Ah, daisies are throwing
up the seeds in despair.
Civilization has come very far.

Progeny of death
were searching the mother
of all sins.

The grass clings
to earth―
for a feel of mother.

A tall conifer
sends the message
to sky.

Not hearing―
the cooing of ringdoves
in snow.

Listening to
the swish of a car
on silent road.

In shrinking façade
of sky, my ardor was on edge.
Will you target the-
moon now?

Like sitting in a
padded cell, you want to
tell- everything to god of violence.

Was the time really
ready to explode at the
face of sun, pay obeisance
to Kali?

The golden statue of
a nymph has come for sale,
in swish of a candle's flame.
Any price for humanity at large?

The cherry trees are
in bloom, shedding their
veils. Nobody stands under
them for fear of discovery.

A complex question―
it was. Why your
hands were trembling?

The body becomes
a kayak. You were sailing
alone in the lake of bluebells.

Elegy and epilogue
become one. I have come
to meet my humming bird.

Still suspended in
deathless space, the sun
wants to hide.

The revelation
was not to solve the enigma,
but to listen to inside.

The trauma will not go,
I will go to sea.
My lips reciting veda.

You hire the new currency
to buy a kiss of bodiless lover.
Sky offers the moon.

Infallible palm
spreads the leaves foe your
footfalls not to single
under the sun.

I speak wordlessly
you listen by eyes.

Mercy kissing comes
in vogue. You have increased
the surrender value
before the Agni.

The trauma will not go,
I will go to sea.
My lips reciting veda.

You hire the new currency
to buy a kiss of bodiless lover.
Sky offers the moon.

Infallible palm
spreads the leaves foe your
footfalls not to single
under the sun.

I speak wordlessly
you listen by eyes.

Mercy kissing comes
in vogue. You have increased
the surrender value
before the Agni.

It was difficult to
shut the window. Moon
was casting a spell.

A hill mynah in
golden cage wants to
start soul searching.

Will you peel my
thumb, so that I can smear
the blood spot on your forehead?

Why did the sedge give
the papyrus to man? I don't
want to read the tumultuous lineage.

Let the flogging stop.
The weeping dawn will not
witness the slaughter of moon.

Like the xenia effect
the terror
was changing the landscape.
Will you become my eyes
in scorched run
to my god?
The sea has turned black
in holy rain. I don't ask
any numbers.


A child weeps inside
me. Hydrophobia. You cannot
go near the water. Stay
away from me. A white
cobra was coming to kiss me.
Religion has become a
toxic drink. I cannot mix my
tears with hate.

The bodies are still
coming in the water.

In love with me.
To be with you. Eyesight
gets dim in twilight.

One day you had
moved away unsettling
the planets and stars.

Listen, we human
beings, come near each
other, then god fails.

Luminous, your head
rests on my chest. I pick the soil
under your feet and apply it on your forehead.

The old love speaks
in a different language. Now the
meaning has changed into greek.

I do not know when
the day ends with the sun. The
guest will come in the dark.

Something is going to
hit your conscience. Time to go
silent. One should stop sinning.

How will you decide O god
to end the world ? The writing on
blackboard is wiped off.

Your sharpened nails,
O destiny shimmer like the moon, but
scratch the face of the sun.