Future will find you
one day. I am trying to forget me.
The deadly avalanche was revengeful.

I don't want to
go into comma. I was not alone in the
firing range. Impeachment was not the answer.

Smell of burning grass
purrs the rising pride to commit a
sin of saving the scorpions.

The coming again-
of a submerged face
in silence. No black magic.

No dreaming, no moon.
We grieve together. How
many out fingers were lost?

Just like this I am
sure. It was not
any cognitive impairment.

I want to forget
myself. A revelation
has pulled me out from
burning pyre.

Last night
moon was following me
discreetly,
skirting behind the trees.

A white splendor
drips,
like a dropped coin
on poor’s hand.

Did you see the blood
on roses?
The petals were wounded
in rain.

Casual violence
spreads in the streets.
I write a very hurt
poem.

I didn't want it any more.
In pain footprints, I will
not replace your gift
for any blood money.

The angelic profile
had no deadly option,
only to dip into your eyes water.

The moon
fell for the thief, who
stole away the smile of purple lips.

What else was your
dream, when god made it
to your house for begging pardon?

Hunting in the clouds
a poem was searching a
beautiful title.

Why did you come in the way?

There was something
metaphysical. Nostalgia? A dumb
pain comes on the surface.

Was Existential love
important? An architect has fractured
designs. A fossil wants to embrace me.

Captive thoughts will
revolt. You want to find yourself.
I will drink Yerba Santa.

In moments of hubris,
of artificial hip,
the most unknowable thing was
the blood thought.

An invisible ink, of late
marks the error
of autumn. A lone survivor
of leaves of time, would not
break the word.

The donated eyes will not
see the dreams. You can
boil the bones to get the truth.
Somewhere a guilt prospers.

It is what you don't think.

Shortcoming hopes
were fading. Cuss words work.
The nation moves a few feet.

You drink the water
with your hands and break the glass.
What religion will adore the kismat?

You forget the karma.
The repentation passes through you.
I allow the rhythm to accept lineage.

Birth of dark secrets
would extend in black light.
Travesty of sun.

I am in troubled
mode of mind. The eagle
dives to catch moon.

In water. Butterfly
effect you can see in
distant blue stars.

Being a soft terrorist,
you cannot change me.
When there was nothing else
to do, I will mix the tears
with sweat.

Will you think of me?
Violence was growing
in garden. The spirit of
roses was becoming restless.
Why we were quarreling for grafts?

You said it was a
custom to **** the dream-
in bud. Timeless past
becomes my present. I will
never believe in the gift
of prophecy.

Will you join the painful
blues? Remove all the conciliatory
phrases and write a new script
in blood calligraphy. Why
all the clocks have stopped?

You were searching yourself
in my poems, after the river bled of
tears. I was painting the desert.

The pyramid of love was rising
for justice to reach the moon without stairs.
The duality of pain exists from you to me.

Why does a palm tree stand
at the door of my house. To wait for
the fading glory of the moon?

Mind-set of fractured
faith, falters.
Now you want to ignore the god.

The bald cypress
hides the buttress roots.
Eagle was flying very low.

The clouds speak
in favor of sky. You cannot
heal the sun's wounds.

Flames are mine.
You burn the poppies to
float the arrogance.

Half burnt-out letters
of a lover, make a glory
of withdrawal of summer.

Shadows―
were lengthening.

I start mending myself.
Speechless―
you commence telling in signs.

Grass flattened. Glass―
in water. The body floats.
The game was over.

A new chapter opens without a book.

Another spurt of poetry.
I will never forgive me.
Fear becomes my guide.

The sound of decapitation
resonates. I lift the pen
and **** myself.

Are we at the edge
of disappearing? Pink pain. No
voice still. I sell my soul to god.

The crisp toes, write
my name on the beach. I am not
going to sit on the flames.

The escape from the
prisms. No more love will proceed.
I will become a stranger to myself.

Why did not you
cross the black river
and remained innocent?
Unhealed, failed inside, broken and honest?

You won the race,
the space, the heaven.
Moving away to the farthest blackness.
Your god sits crosslegged, clotting.

Brown hands on white shoulders, boneless
move in circle. Deportation
of words opens the green wounds.
Birds carry the snow on the wings.

I was confused, wanted to love
my broken vowels, for absolute you and me.
The baby face pops up again
in my perfection, speechless.

If there was nothing
to chance at, we will not quit.
I won't see your hands.

*

Pulverized faith
seeks a new name to survive.
Prophets are dead.

*

Would you bow down
to collect the dust falling from
tresses of goddess?

Time may defeat time
when you start moving in dark
tunnel against the light.

*

Before you change your
mind, you got me trapped to
sing night after night.

*

At sun's untimely
death, the stake burns nervously.
You were not in sight.

Someday I will
ask questions standing
in the deep forest.

Where the swarm
of words would go if-
the pen was broken and
you were hiding behind
the marigolds?

At last I was
looking for you with
minute details.

The silken touch of
your hand still burns
on my face.

Days don't change.
The pink symmetry was
a mirage.

It was a waste.
The mantel was too sharp
for the dying words.

Will not give a call.
I was angry with me.

Your skin wearing
on my hands,
O god I want to undo
my sins.

It hurts me,
whena praying mantis
keeps a watch.

I have defeated myself.

Very proud, an instinct
prepares me
for blue burns.
You will never know yourself.

A thick pain drips
from the swollen eyes.

Collecting the dirt,
a speechless drama unfolds.

Now you can hear the―
wails of buried amnesia.

You can touch now the footsteps
where the activist fell.

The gift of bleeds coming
from the saddened past;

the space was expanding―
to accommodate missed abortions.

My limbs giveaway gathering,
the blackberries of moon.

How do I remember
you, I ask grammarly
between life and death.

You were not very
keen to know,
what I did not say.

What I saw was a
moonshot, restrained by a dig in.

Ultimately I sniffed that,
nobody wins in love.

The bona fides are at stake.
The mob was not a validity,
stranger than real.

Collectively I will gather
the stones to throw on god.

The road warrior was dead.
There was no path.

The fall
was imminent
on the moment of complete truth.
I was talking of annihilation
standing on scaffolding of fear.

Walking on burning coals
was a sacred commitment,
a spiritual solidarity,
with lake salt –
to lift the spirit
of sagging trees.

Of freedom of body
in camps of violence.
Without sound, I wanted to see
the creation in nothing.

Anything was happening
under the bald sky.

Pushing you away
from me.
I was in flames.

A cadaver walks
without shadow. Blackbirds
were falling dead from
the blue sky.

Do you believe
in omens? Nameless a star
melts into my eyes, burning
the face, arms and torso,
making a history.

All the blind pilgrims,
are ready to depart.
I let you go to
find the hidden import.

The live skin
becomes leather. You want
to wear the shoes
to remember your foes.

I look back, from
where the journey didn't start.

Can you come like
a violet stream tonight?
I will keep the window ajar.

Blue rain-would
wait for you to
sing the parting melody.

Why you did it
to me in dark, when a
spark was burning the ****** grass.

I will wipe away
the tears of roses. The
yellow vase had broken.

My pain was
very deep, fathomless.
You will not find the floor.

Do me a favour today.
Don't cry.

My poem done. The
blood night comes gingerly
I will stay awake-

to die every inch
in your purple dreams. O love
why it was scary?

Not my doing. This
utopia in fake play
chasing my verses.

Now talking of the snowstorm
you wanted to go deep
in the woods and find out
where the small birds sleep.

It is all white like
the cotton candles, or white heads
of witches sitting in a crowd
to turn you into a tasty morsel.

Who eats whom? The stinging
cold reminds you of the frozen
relationships. You don't want to
recall the warm hugs and kisses.

The fear of dying unclaimed,
haunts. You want to be buried
alive unnoticed, in snowy white
lake of tears and eternal sleep.

It should be less explained,
with a foot note. There was
no gender peace.

Your frozen words float
like flakes
falling from invisible lips.

Aimlessly I would
pick up the yearnings
trying to caress me.

Talking to me in
hushed tones, to give a
tang of silence and release.

The otherness, like a
silvery spider's web invites.
You wait at the edge, pondering―

To walk in or not. You
bite your tongue, cannot move.
There were suicides.

The cadavers talk.

Look into my eyes.
I was changing every day
to read your genes.

For supertruth of
isness invalley of sparks,
when peaks glint of gold.

Like a black hole
eating watercolors of
dragged, setting sun.

I was reluctant
to miss the blood moon
in your clear sky.

Shame. The city was
dying in flayed arms of words,
revealing muscles.

Violence breaks
the message of Gothic
trees in prayer.

I was reluctant
to miss the blood moon
in your clear sky.

Shame. The city was
dying in flayed arms of words,
revealing muscles.

Violence breaks
the message of Gothic
trees in prayer.

You cannot **** the
hunger, eating dry leaves
of beautiful scape.

Where you placed the
thumb imprint, it was fake.
Big hands did't move.

It was waiting to
fall, the colossus under the
rains of silent eyes.

Sometimes I will not
tell you. You had shown me light.
Do not go in storm.

Let me unlock the
known. Knowing too much
was curse of unknown.

What you want to
say was a predicament. The
problem of non-loving hurts.

Can you exist with
my humility? I will touch
your eyes colour.

The time of sorrow and
sorrow of time are not same.
Do not break the silence.

The name. You were my
flesh, my bones. Forgive
me for this moment. I am
burning all my belongings.

Looking at small things,
weather beaten. I have
come back to pay my
indelible debt.

Darkness was always there.
Who am I to light the candles
in storm to glorify the thoughts―
the shrine of past sins?

Ichthyotic. I am peeling
off the skin, the dirt― the stains.
Want to stand naked, firm, rigid
and ***** in my aloneness.

It was time to climb blood totem.

He did not want to climb the spiral helix,
a son will be born without him.
He said I want to become my father
and see the decline.

How for shall we go to investigate?
An infant wrapped up in plastic explosive
was going to be presented on dais.
An unclothed carcass was lying between you and me,
body donated for the study
of failing restraints. How death would behave
in broad daylight?
The vasectomy did not work. Testosterone was
still flowing.

Reading Kafka, peanuts!
We have come near emptiness
of a tree, hollowed by white ants.

The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.

like boat
docking without sea.
A sloth bear-

was sharpening
carved claws to climb the
vertical rage.

Ruins of past
glitter in dense moonlight.
You stand under a fig.

What spectacle
you want to decipher
during bloodbath?

Something else
should have happened
in the dying light?

How much I know me,
I will ask you one day.

That was a symbolic
wish, if you were on moon
to celebrate your own death,
at the hands of unknown.

The deepest mystery was,
why must you live.

This was a culture of thriving with
make-ups. If you recite
a truth, you become ugly.

Hunted by lymphs and
nodes you cannot walk straight.
You turn back, when
the time of departure comes.

Hail the dead, who
licks the rock-salt in end.

Nothing else was real.

Moon was playing
with a skylark. I give
a whistle. He ducks behind
the palm.

This was your figment
of imagination. You had
said, bring the last sound
of the forest.

I was the giver.
I am the taker.

An immaculate kiss
of the flame will decide
the destiny of bullet.

There was no distance
between the lips and
the hiss of the venomous snake.

Catch the waning
moon. It may not come
back tomorrow.

The traveller stops
under the sun, not to ask
for shade. The anger
was rising.

Like candle light
brightening your face
in autumn halo.

Would you like
to read a love sonnet
to retrieve the lost
Taj Mahel?

Squeezing the cool
bright moon in a glass of
drink, I want to see you
mutable moods.

A ghost truth
levels down,
the traffic. You enter
into catatonic stage.

Rage and anguish
will ask,
for the price of blood
flown down the river.

Listening
with the eyes. Leaffall,
luteus, music of descent
on grass.

A dust storm
settles on sill. I will
look through the window, at
a setting sun, unadored.

My goodness, you too
hit the road, to be without desire.
Resolute black birds follow you.

Sun is visited by red
moon in twilight, before parting
once a day for a kiss.

Life betrays everyday.
Yet I won't accept defeat by
lover wearing a face mask.

I was rearranging
the things, in order
as if I will come back.

Ah! Life has
lynched my poems. I
feel- I cannot write
something beautiful.

A frenzied mob
calculates your height
and starts stoning at
an ***** totem.

The hardened rocks were
melting without fire
to submerge you and your
castle made of clay.

At sunset-point you
reach to stand in twilight
to morph into an alien!

I don't ask. Will go
fighting. The maverick plays
a game of blue hearts.

Not galloping love.
A subdued undercurrent
flows in brown eyes.

Shadow at moonlight
clings to my feet, not to meet
the Karma this night.

The fear right
below your skin, festers.
I listen to hissing sound of
simmering muse.

Space between the
words suffers. There was
no meaning left by
unspoken ties.

The castle of dreams crumbles, brick
by brick, in the hands
of sleeping volcanoes.

You need a
snake charmer to sway
the beauty of crooked
smile of time.

I still watch the trap.

The fear right
below your skin, festers.
I listen to hissing sound of
simmering muse.

Space between the
words suffers. There was
no meaning left by
unspoken ties.

The castle of dreams crumbles, brick
by brick, in the hands
of sleeping volcanoes.

You need a
snake charmer to sway
the beauty of crooked
smile of time.

I still watch the trap.

Living a death daily,
becomes a normal chore. It was an intense
realization about the ephimerality
of words, the message appearing,
import dying.

The sparks in your eyes
ignite the earth,
without defiling the blue sky.
It was most elemental.

Walking, chatting
green flames― convey a denial
of condensed thoughts. No
milky way. Farewell to tears.

Until you come, the stars,
the moon will not brighten my
kingdom. A peeled off enigma
still prevails.

There was no daymare.

Unconsciously-
you take on the impossible.
What is left, was yours.

*

Creed suffers. Pen wins.
Religion buys a new god.
You won't remember.

*

Bring the semi-truths,
lies bloom, among the converts.
Who was the original?

Life was behaving
strangely. You said I
have the right to die in
zero gravity. Blood moon-

flaunted a big smile.
The last kiss was on fire
I burnt my poems. There
was an eternal peace.

Why one should shut
the golden treasury. No
more ruptures. Was it not
a miracle? You were chasing still me.

You hire the tongue
of others to speak truth. Your
vernacular was changing. Why your
words were dipped in honey?

On the blue veins
going to waking sleep.
It has its own city.

Like big cherry picks,
when your presence purred in my chest.

The bare fangs,
approach slowly.

It crumples your hormones
that was not a small dying.

The pulse runs fast,
even faster than light. Still
you wait in penumbra.

All that you did was
raising the eyebrows, to
ask, who were you.

No introspection was needed
to clean the color of smiles.

Today you are moon,
tomorrow Miranda.
I will call you by different names.

To atone the travesty
of justice, you pull down the flag
from atop of the fort.

Nodoby else was there
when you hit the planet.
We join our hands to drown
without a lake.

The king of sky, now
waits for the tempest. When the
daughter will come to wipe out
the tears of snowy peaks?

You dump the holocaust,
and become a critic, choking like
water hyacinth. We start cheating each other.

Isn't this done with the moon?
Was my life a test for your ruthless
glory? Why should humility suffer?

If a star strikes Neptune,
where will we meet to bring peace?
My ocean is burning without flames.

Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning
of the salvation from-

*

coming and going.
What were your thoughts when it
rained in lightning?

*

Would you climb again
to prayers that were soundless
and wordless in eyes?