You come to me
when transparency enables
you to paint your
knuckles blue.

War was on!

Peeling the tangerines
with delicate fingers, in
winter sun to recite
the poems together.

Why you will not sleep
till the snake bites?

Thinking of this brute life.
Nipping in the sharp nails,
wolverine sitting beside
the bonfire.

Calling, a lie a lie,
I am going to punish myself.

No ruinous effect
of soft kisses
without lips.

His murmur turned
into a howl-
after the blast.

Pumice and ash cover
the holy book. Time and space
were shrinking.

Like I had become
lava, that snaked in the
cries. Night spreads a
brilliant darkness.

A river starts
burning. You cannot swim.
I let you go to meet
your gods.

It is your face which floats
on the sea of violence.

Who will know
except you that I
killed my velocity to meet
you in infinite obscurity.

From autumn to autumn
I will wait for a
collision course of nobility
with pure surrender.

So many tattoos on
your body. How many poppies
had kissed you in the spring?
Shame on the blue sky.

Do you believe in reincarnation?
I was Buddha on death bed
when you had touched
my feet unsolicited.

There was no end of celebrities.
Who was quveten than you?

An obsession
to betray many faces
of man.

Likening you
with Venus only, who had
defeated the half-clad religion.

No scarves to hide
the bald earth. I was
at peace in my roots.

Or you can choke me
to die in a gas chamber
metaphysically, destroying your being.

An ocean
in my eyes. Can you gauge
its depth? Raised in water
I will go with water.

I become upset
when you don't speak in sun
like tall peaks of Himalayas.

Mind remains occupied
after repeat proxy.
Wanted to kiss the thorns of life

You steal a sentence
to travel back to celebrate
the other side of moon.

Will be the same
goddess will remain in the
asylum of my love?

In the valley of love
how would you survive, O fading
moon? You gave me the pain of night.

A firebrand has written
something indelible to ignite the blaze
of separation and withdrawal.

Bloom hour, the bud shouts.
Your smile is like a jasmine nailed on black
wall. My adoration of a fairy was super.

Like dogwood flowers
I spread my palms, for
you to read the fate of sun.

Nothing else I would
need to complete my logarithm.
I had always failed in numbers.

Lines don't play the
game. Dots are winning the
horse race.

The hounds know
the art of killing. I was
not ready to undress the gods.

Can you surrogate
the death of a wasp, who
flew not to bite the innocent?

The point was not clear.
Nobody understands the geometry.

There was an endless war
between you and me O god
from time immemorial, in the
desert zone.

The scorching harsh light
of sun has spread the veins
of earth with burning oil wells.

Green pods will not open the round eyes.

Now the sky was crying.
Songbirds are gone.The thick-skulled
were trying to find the scapegoats.

The king lies.Wants
to **** the night's moons.How much
big mouth was your's? I wanted
to serve my land.There were
no more waters, which
carried the flight of blue dreams.

Just because, I wanted to tell you
it was not easy to live any more.

What happened? I would
ask the realness
of genocidal face.

The blue ****
was numb in the laser thin
commentary.

The face was mirror. You
can apply a salve by implanting a womb
in the barren dream.

Beheading a thought
was not sufficient to **** the theme.
It will come back with revenge.

OCD. I come back again and again to
look at the portrait
of a failed god.

December moon
and you, not to blink for a
while in the shadow.

Salt angel, you will
make my eyes dry- after the
glitter of tears.

What is the full sign
of the brave robbery when
it is stinging dark?

December moon
and you, not to blink for a
while in the shadow.

Salt angel, you will
make my eyes dry- after the
glitter of tears.

What is the full sign
of the brave robbery when
it is stinging dark?

Make it your friend
your suffering. A dead book will
tell you to survive the lightning.

I am not myself to
know you O god. Remaining forlorn
I pick the sand again to make my home.

I cannot pay your debt
in truth and integrity. A bucket
of blood will be sufficient.

Why the sky cries
red for the clouds? Sun has
not come to burn me.

I never got enough
from you. The pain comes
between truths of life.

The anniversary comes
and goes I stand at beach
to see my ship wreck.

In the loneliness, it should never
be. Why do you always love the death
of roses to bury the beautiful past.

No help of any elegy.
It was separated after the fugitive
tornado, as light on the moon.

Water and Agni, I play
with both, like tears and smiles.
My name always tells the truth.

I would not make
excuses. My nothingness let
me go beyond myself.

Sometimes I ask
otherself, why I find you in
pain and sorrow in love and peace.

Will you find freedom
from change, from power
and slavery of the past?

I would not make
excuses. My nothingness let
me go beyond myself.

Sometime I ask
other self, why I find you in
pain and sorrow in love and peace?

Will you find freedom
from change, from power
and slavery of past?

I am taking birth
again on singed coals.The grinding
will light the colored sparks.

The tyranny gives
up fangs one day to get stigma
washed. The windows have been changed

My philosophy gambles.
Has no hypothesis to improve the
world. I want to burn the results.

Like snowflakes, you
fall on me to understand love.
I sit on a toadstool to write a poem.

When I think of stars
you want to know me to sit on the
grass, to filter the truth of pain.

A torch misbehaves,
when the sun dips and the moon
refuses to rise. Milk was not milk.

Moon dust is falling
in melodious rhythm. Again
I remember you intensely.

An immaculate pain
spreads the white shroud. You
walk on it leaving red footprints.

Why I think, not to
think, amended by your tears
before you reached god.

God, I will not repeat
the sin, the crime to test the fidelity
of sun. he burns you to ash.

Ah! the poverty of words
cannot ask cobra to spread
the hood. I want to sleep under.

The Moon was disappearing
like a runaway. How much you
will take in from my last words?

I was not wrong, seeking
emancipation from your chains. No
grievance. I will not look from your eyes.

O god, the weather is uneasy.
I wanted the sun to come out of the water.
The night was chasing me.

A decent price, less than
wages of pain. I have readied
myself for sacrifice.

There was a warning
of earthquake after the bush fires.
Gods were very angry.

My throat hurts, word
by word. I cannot sing, cannot
read writing in water.

What happens when
you stop thinking?
Reaching near the god
or becoming a stone?

It was not enough even,
when you go in coma.
A shrine of dazzling failures.

The animosity, the politics
of violence.I cannot remain
untouched.Wounds would
never heal.

All fever.I am not alive.
of the marvels of religion.
I ask you to go away.This
Friday another Christ will die.

Becoming whole.Was it
possible today amidst the
unbecoming of human beings?

Dogs are dead.
Wolves are coming. God's anniversary.
You don't meet with me with dignity.

There was a face -off
between lightning and the Buddha tree.
Waiting for the Gautam to come again.

When will the vipers come?
I am indebted to the moon. Tonight
I will drink the hemlock to save you.

Sometimes death
waits. You want to be loved again by
the dying horse of the sun.

You were reading Kafka
to know the meaning of life. The voice of
the black earth calls to see the hollow graves.

What you say I don't
understand. There were many moons and
suns. I want only one black hole

In your big eyes
my mission ends.
I lower the flag to half-mast.

The steps were small
to follow the footprints
of the demise of an affair.

Embracing the words,
you had felt pampered by
the demigoddess
of broken hills.

The white muslin, weaves into a wreath;
would be laid on the unbuttoned secrets.

The night watchman
stands guard till the last
candle burns out.

With ****** eyes
I gather the baby clouds
to search for old moon.

Being or not a being,
walking on the white sands
looking for blood spots.

Forgive your bones
which take you to forshaken
god, of bitter truths.

Have you made a
blunder? Your clandestine step
goes back, as if rising from dead.

What was the truth
this or that, jumping on the burning
pyre? Like standing on the trash mountain?

In your dreams, I will
come to pay back the blood of
bald eagle on final departure.

Brooding. It was a dark
secret. You wanted to catch perfection,
Trying to temper my wrongs.

Whole and complete, you
will never find out the morals and faults
Only you fear a prophet. I sort animals

Your life was always a
slaughterhouse. Nobody was saved.
I bleed daily to give the answer.

Between the hawk and dove
flesh was the main truth from the
severed neck. Do you believe in violence?

Everything is becoming
unreal. Where the sense lives? I have
nothing to say with bizarre looks.

You were always a mystery.
I climb daily like Sisyphus to slip
back. Would I stop one day?

Tired from the world―
waiting for you, till the night falls
and heart accelerates.

You will come gingerly―
sticking the moon on forehead,
go near the mirror and smile.

I would ask if anyone else―
has loved you so much as me.
The fireflies start shimmering.

Tears will wash your―
eyes and you will read my
message clearly. Inside―

the eyes the image―
will develop of a venus.
I will write a poem.

I was preparing myself
for a Socratic dialogue, when
you come unannounced.

If lie was the answer,
then where was the truth.

Meet me night before
night with naked names,
smashing the space and time.

The invisible particles at last are in view.
Can you count after the
trillionth number, eighteenth
digits and beyond.

Nothing gives me peace.
I want to say, I am the God
to end the discussion.

That ignites an explosion
and we begin our journey again.

It was me.
Real not surrogate,
behind the words.

A way of lips, without
you, with few things to disengage
upon, what the agony demands.

On skin, a lump
was rising― straight
from the animal instinct,
discussing the religion of predators.

A manhood was
in peril, unregarded by
otherness. You want to collect the scars now.

Because you belong to me
like a moon to earth.
We both were moving in different
orbits, trying to touch each
other, undying, for sun.

It breaks the heart, when
it is moonless night.

Falling in green love
with yourself―
creating violence.

Serenity has no relevance
now. The edge was
asking you to go for a jump.

Nil tolerance. I was
fighting with me, veiled
in uncertainties.

Listen, Here lies the
crux. Nobility forgotten, I ask
who failed whom in this age of betrayals?

The evil grows. Shapeless
truth was running in fog―
and now the dragon rises.

Do not want to be
judged by trivia. Only
non-words would appeal me.

The infiniteness.
It has great strength. There
is no ending, no pause.

The ghost house
still haunts me, where I
found the truth and young lies.

The anatomy of
death will exhibit the
red blood. No tears.

And when you live
with memory loss, only
last word will remain on your lips.

The suicidal truth
was always fascinating.

I don't want you
to go. It is time not to look back.
Our religion is changing very fast.

The knowledge hurts.
Everything meets the god. This is your
last encounter to believe.

Can a man love a
man? But a melancholy breaks
the garden. Nobody builds a dream.

I am the creator of
my pains to reach god with a
mirror. It becomes foggy.

How do you control the
words to hide the meaning of truth?
We secretly agree to **** the philosopher.

Why was your tone paralyzed?
I wanted to know how Socrates was
killed? Do we regret for hemlock?

Put on hold your pain,
outside our love Your tears fall on
my hands to become flowers.

I go to the milk tree to
pay back my debt. You rub my arm
gently. I shed my negatives.

Paradigm? Man says
ghosts live. A snake never leaves
her eggs. My poems remain intact.

Put on hold your pain,
outside our love. Your tears falling.
My hands to become flowers.

I go to milk tree to
pay back the debt. You rub my arms
gently. I shed my negatives.

Paradigm? Man says
ghosts live. A snake never leaves
her eggs. My poems remain induct.

Signs are appearing
again for the emotional turn. The
testosterone proves the nostalgia.

Emotive you sleep on the
grass and your eyes are gouged by
the sun. Death by thousand stings.

Let us find some space
between us. You will survive like
Sappho. A ****** is created by me.

In my helplessness
in fear of the unknown. I will not listen,
who was the prey of choice.

Now I will take a dip
in pain, trying to see both sides of
the moon on the volatile night.

At distance, do you
smell the smoke of a burning body
of a fallen comet without a tail?

There was something
more in comparison to eternal
love. It was a golden trap.

Between explicit and
covered meaning I want to see
you as you are. One long time will dedicate love.

Nobody likes a lesson.
I see myself empty. Will not collect
the tears of a tall tree to cut down.

The lovesick moon
falls into my lap, for the
earth's last journey.

*

Where the tears drop,
the marigolds would come
out to pay homage.

*

Murmurs were rising
I had buried the cleaver
of the bleeding man.

The lovesick moon
falls into my lap, for the
earth's last journey.

*

Where the tears drop,
the marigolds would come
out to pay homage.

*

Murmurs were rising
I had buried the cleaver
of the bleeding man.

My soul's half, leave
me alone. Things drop from
my hands, not you.

You become always a
new word in my poems
I will cover inequality.

Will you deceive me
one day like the god without
a temple on road?

My soul's half, leave
me alone. Things drop from
my hands, not you.

You become always a
new word in my poems
I will cover inequality.

Will you deceive me
one day like the god without
a temple on road?

No hoax. I am dating
myself. The body displays the
culture, a suicidal dharma.

Who delivers the pain
and who was the receiver? The resilience
of love pokes my sanity.

The ****** comes, when
the sun and the moon strike. The
tears of the dead sea want to give salt.

Life slips through
pores of skin, and eyes
of all needles.

A fawn doesn't know
how to go back home after
losing the track.

Did you ever go
in the den of wild cats to
offer immaculacy?

Can you share your
success? You give pain to everyone.
You were stealing the happiness of poors.

A priceless stigma to be
lifted from the cemetery of the
creative zombies. I am turning back all the gods.

The truth has no names
no home. Only souls live to wait
for the white bodies.

A sparrow tries to catch
an arrow in air, that hurts her wings.
Why were you different from others.

There were many pains
to understand each other.
Behind the mirror no one stands.

The soul does not die.
Becomes a cloud to marry a hilltop,
where you will wait for the moonrise.

A skirmish starts at lashes
of sun, squeezing the gist of prudence.
You whisper a shloka.

The dead won't see from
open eyes. The wisdom swells, when
war begins between doors.

You smell like white
roses. The dream of slant eyes
will pass through the sins.