Float seamlessly in dark.
Come in my arms,
like a cloud―
like a moon.

The cult will live
on for eternity to
meet the challenger.

The objector had
the flatfoot. Will walk
overdressed.

In eerie silence―
an agile titan was going
to vilify himself.

Conscientiously I
wanted to feel you once
in my verses.

No virtue, no sin
was needed to come to
the lips of an abyss.

You receive when
you don't ask,
celebrating the soul
with mind.

The matter, the blurred
awareness was made
of tiny faults.

The fabric breaks
in yes or no. ****** draw
the blood of million screams.

The moon catcher blights
himself. Flowers
pull up the roots. Nowhere to go.

The shadows close
the windows. You *****
in dark, searching the right
word or answer.

Don't turn your head.
Pathways are sinking.

One day in a dream,
I will ask the deity of ancient
temple, why did you father-

*

the elephantine
blunder of creating universe
to destroy it again?

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I was also the builder
of bold world on the paper
for nightingale.

Unstable like a mercury
drop, when you hold
a pen, hiding your
icy thoughts.

Like an archer, ready
to abandon the bow, without
shooting at the target.

The bull's eye was a
blue rose, sitting in the dark
niche, afraid of light.

In synesthesia, of
nights assault, you fume
and sizzle, when the dew
drops hit you.

You will not give the name
of slayer, who killed you with a smile.

I hear your voice
coming from within.
The disconnect, the cultural clash,
from river,
from tree,
from the golden nest.

The circle was complete,
breech birth,
the explicit insult.

The parched moon―
will bring the cold
tears, to extinguish the sparks
going home.

The roadway leads
to nowhere land. You will
again meet the wounded
cuckoo which will always sing
the hurts.

The witch-hunt starts
for an unexploded bomb.

A racist slur becomes mute
for posterity.

The words start migrating―
coming out of their skin and colors.

A dead man walks into
a coal pit for exoneration.

Breathless, I become privy
to mass suicides of the flying moths.

You become a child, hiding
behind a tree, watching
a tiger maul a striped ariel.

If you come near
the moon, you will find the
collective grief.

Someone sets free
hundreds of fireflies
to begin talk with me.

The angels are
becoming boneless. Your throne
is *****. Temple sobs.

Why withering look,
and I will ask the sundew
to snub tentacles.

Noiselessly you step
in my sleep and sit on brows
to count rolling tears.

The wind will start crying
touching the tender buds
you placed on snow.

Live children
between you and me,
breathing last.

Viola blooms
near spikes of flames.
Your hands tremble.

How will you live
without moon in dark
night of terror.

Hope flattens.
You love only yourself.
Earth, breaks water.

Falling in tender
pain of line drawn between
us. Talking in air.

Bleeding night comes again.
I will not send it back to you.
I was stealing your curves.

Walking in dark
You have a hope. Sun will
rise soon. You will find the truth.

A city grows in you
overnight. You stand on the bridge
to watch the train whistling by.

More poems in starry
eyes. I catch the bouquet
of nicotiana― the night bloomer.

Nihilism tends
to wash the pungent smell of
purgatory. Who was
not a sinner?

When you are sad
I forget good byes and bring
the swan song of an oracle.

The truth does not
shine now. I make friends
with black ciphers, which
were pure.

A city grows in you
overnight. You stand on the bridge
to watch the train whistling by.

More poems in starry
eyes. I catch the bouquet
of nicotiana― the night bloomer.

Nihilism tends
to wash the pungent smell of
purgatory. Who was
not a sinner?

When you are sad
I forget good byes and bring
the swan song of an oracle.

The truth does not
shine now. I make friends
with black ciphers, which
were pure.

You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.

Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?

If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?

The real you comes on the
tip toe. It blows the mind. What was that?
A thought? Things are happening.

The fog is rising. You
didn't warn me. I was standing
a candle in the wind.

It would happen. I will
ask you to do makeup. We are
talking of the integrity of dying.

Nothing belongs to me.
This is my vendetta to **** the pain.
Let it go. Chop the outgrowth.

Reading life's books again.
The Author is the same, but the ink
has changed. I am reverting to red.

Have you ever seen
blood white and the river was red
in the sun, the horizon was burning?

The divination.
A broom―
becomes a wager.

The penury
begets the rags.
How much you need?

Sweep the
courtyard. Tonight,
moon sleeps here.

I have come,
a long way to
meet my lost friend.

It was a lethal dip
in meaningless seduction of
hollow moon.

We were talking of
climactic events of ancient
pains without footprints, in whispers.
There was no issue. No sparring.

You place your ego first,
like the narcissist tendency of
black hole. It was ready
to devour anything.

Vibrations start when in
storm two dark caves meet in
jungle of irreverent words.

The sharp curves will not
take a bone of contention
for nothing.

I will keep on prodding
your stooping shoulders
to stand *****.

Nothing else will count.

I punish myself daily
to deny a god.
Do angels cry?
Pinning hope in a crisis to extract
the truth from a dying moon?
A ghost walks on the
wall to enter the alphabets
of living deads.
Ambrosia― was not
sufficient to resuscitate
a bleeding cross.
I am charting my life
for you to forget me.
Quasi-surrender. No never
I am just learning―
how to meet the death.
Another name of victory.

It was my grief.
And why did you start crying silently?
Do you know how honesty was killed?

Nothing was stable.
The protesters were holding back tears.
How many hangmen had come?

Grey people in black, will
come to condole the slaughter
of grass owners.

Do you remember,
what did I ask you once?

You start melting―
the frozen, unspoken
words.

There was my prescient fear.
All you could do was―
opening the stitches.

The heart ache
remains. Eyes shut, you
assume― he shouts, rising
after the ****.

The red salt was
spread on old limbs which
would not carry the dead child.

Behind the wall
there was no sinister design.

Who calls my name
when I am absent
from the stage?

Do you want me
for the endgame, my
future decided beforehand?

Until you come back
I will remain in
shadows of time to come.

The grape seed extract
and your brown
irises have, become water lilies.

And I catch fire
in midstream, when
night was feeding the moon.

You put up a price on all
the gifted items.
I was not ready to pay back in dreams.
Wanted to tell you
without telling.
Lips to lips we talk of a stillborn
space which does not crack.
Betraying the anger, words feel sick.

I was trying to decipher the moist
corners of eyes.
I will wait till sunset, when
I will call for the night and take off
my shadows and dropp petals
one by one and come out
in hot sun to receive the
burns of hatred.

It was not easy. Tulips were in full bloom
and my tracks were warm.
There were false shades
all around the garden.

Abdicating your
throne, O god, I am not
worthy of human being.

Has the man risen
from the salamander's leg
severed from body?

At the mercy of a
creator's path you will not
find peace at end.

Abdicating your
throne, O god, I am not
worthy of human being.

Has the man risen
from the salamander's leg
severed from body?

At the mercy of a
creator's path you will not
find peace at end.

Tryst with nano was like burning in hell.
Headless body of truth,
turning into invisible particles
flaunts an absent God.

The mist envelops a rag picker –
sleeping on the payment.
Hunger fresh grown will be served,
when sun rises.

Indelible ink an yellow pages
bearing the burden of unborn grief
inherits this globe, the ashes
of burnt out words.

A trivial pain
becomes a storm, severes the
words, bleeds the truth.

My legacy travels
with you to discover the ruins
of forgiven mistakes.

Do we belong to
primates, in evolution from
humanoid to god?

No it will not work.
The amalgam of arrival
and departure.
Debunking the theme
of reincarnation, you enter into the body of a poem.

Crowned and faded out,
all the icons were diminishing
in stature.A winter bath
tries to hold the halo-
for sometime, and then disappears
in obscurity.

Where the things go wrong
and connectivity snaps?
The tall people, yes very tall,
crumble under the weight of anonymity.
When you climbed down from
the pedestal, light was dim.

Did you ever receive a blast in face?

There was no ending
in sight. You were not
a participant in-
my sadness.

Some unseen pain
hovers around me. I return to
my surface tension, trying
to minimize my fragility.

And injuries tend to
expand in caves of black
lights. Wild thoughts invade the
tranquility.

I unleash the words
like pigeons to fly to their homes.
I will not play-
hide and seek.

Waist up, you seek
godliness, wearing a veil,
when only your eyes were
visible, ruthlessly dry.

I can only offer you small things―
like a coma,
a full stop.
Parenthesis―
or a hyphen.

To lit up the sparks
in visuals.
And no page was left unread
of my life.

Walk and talk
with me― to unsolve
the twisted humps
of times.

Your assets
had failed you.

You stand alone not to return back.

You can see whole
world in my mouth. I start
knitting a blood scarf.

To raise gender,
thebeestings will play a role.
The skin prints history.

You become your
own teacher to read the hymns
engraved on leaves.

In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason,
I am trying to define life.

A bodyless thought
gives birth to misconceptions
I count your fingers daily.

Why did you show
me your hand wearing a
mash to hide the ****.

In my assets
you blaze.
A past of you in my
future torments the wait.

Lynx-eyed you-
nip the dark.Moon will rise
after awhile.

My kin,
God's untouchables,
were born with hoods.

I am the snow
you melt in ****.The
natural thing, suicidal.

Now the shadows
lengthen.Solar eclipse
was very near.

I am going to drag out
the eternal truth.

Teaching self the,
art of dying
after a serial failure.

Stone pelting has started.
You cannot hear your own voice.

Praying for the inaccuracy of time's arrow.

A physical dimension,
you will give to your impermanence.

And silent flows the glacier out of banks.

Clear fall, seems inevitable.
The sun rises from the debris of moon,
from drop on drop of watery eyes.

What a lovely thing,
moon meets the sun in sky.
Were you sober today?

Your almond eyes
ultimately meet the destiny.
You tie a knot in tresses?

It is true you will
go far where an asylum of
trust waits for a blessed one?

Snared by clouds
the crescent moon was swaying,
like a palm tree in a hurricane.

There was no ethnic
divide. My skin was colored
like your lips.

The predator was
on prowl. Don't go near
the pink lake. The animal would want
his pound of flesh.

The plurality was
at stake. I don't need to
burn the evidence. I was the ****.

An extra syllable
will claim the singulant.
You stay in motion
like hummingbird.

I will never be
myself without your
aura.

A hard drink of
heartache, and you blink.
It was very difficult
to understand blues.

In black sky
you whimper and ask
only for the love to happen between
the sweaty hands.

The stings have
a job to do. They breed the
wasps amidst us. So your
signs bleed.

The night terrors
return. I touch the toxic
insignia. Such pure flesh
will kiss the poem.

A hard drink of
heartache, and you blink.
It was very difficult
to understand blues.

In black sky
you whimper and ask
only for the love to happen between
the sweaty hands.

The stings have
a job to do. They breed the
wasps amidst us. So your
signs bleed.

The night terrors
return. I touch the toxic
insignia. Such pure flesh
will kiss the poem.

Will mediation
work? I don't know.
Half-truths will betray.

A united birth
of good and evil. Was
it ordained? How do you
mend the eternal tear?

We had climbed
together the steps of god's
mount. But temple was
in ruins. Deity mauled.

The bullet holes
stillbleed. This was a
perfect win of black moon.
I cannot drink your tears.

Does it matter? You
were loosing the charisma?

Encore, faith was
blind, written on the tongue
with a thorn. One awakes the other.

The mysterious pain
was mine, moon watch. The
vespa has a job to do.

The teacher reads the
road. Your step will bleed
unknowingly. Who tells the god?

Deceiving yourself you
have become a king. The queen
will follow you in the dark.

The charisma of magic
begins. Who will climb the Himalayas
without legs in the snowfall of love?

Bring the flowers of
jasmines. Beautiful but not similar,
but bring the same fragrance for sleeping god.

Had annexed small
things. I am climbing god
without display like a fascist.

Who was a citizen
in no country. You demonize
all the good men telling the truth.

My habits are shining.
I am forgetting myself to become
an ethnic, not praying embrace.

Suspicion was insatiable
I cut my hand. Why were you
stoking the sad poems?

Like burning at stake,
the storm wears the smoke in the dark.
What was the red side of pain?

I will find another door,
which speaks the karishma. Life
has betrayed me day in and out.

These are not my
words. The knowledge sinks in mind.
What is now the result of meaning?

Everything cracks, counting
the dark lips of undying betrayals.
You walk before the burning moon.

There was no preface. No
End. The middle book was a discovery
of the author called by many names.

The last moments
float on unspilled words.
I will give you a call―
from body to body,
to reach my voice― across the time,
zones and history.

You wouldn't dream me.

I'm not ready to give up. A
moth takes the flight― strikes
a hot teardrop shaped light bulb.
Brick walls hold back the sea.

The rage attacks a black sun?

Why do you think of
vanishing without a cause?
Hairless the moon cries.

Pink peony waits for the
sick gods.

Vocal cords vibrate.
No vowels come out. A naked
speech becomes museum.

The valley holds on, to ******
of moon, behind the trees.
It is dark and clouds are meditating.

You think of a perfect horror
and a poisoned arrow flies straight
into heart of a blissful sun.

It is red, splattered on the wounded sky,
scrorched by shrill cries of crows.
It is dawn.

You feel intense ******* of separateness,
from the beauty of a drop,
reflecting the wholeness of an ocean.

The stress starts breaking you.
Can you take me to my home, into abeyance?
My wakefulness, reaching by silence?

It takes time-
to brace up, after
the sudden meltdown,
casting a spell on you.

Sometimes I want you
to walk away from punishing
memories of a strange
solar eclipse.

I drop the crumbs
involuntarily, to pick up
my timeless hunger
of a nameless neighbor-
the Grim Reaper.

Wide-eyed irises smile,
when you touch the distraught face
of dipping moon, caressingly
in pain of quickness.

Your crimes are wiped
out, you rise from the red sea
like a sunken dream.

You shut to it―
the window, on watching
a row of walking stones
without feet.

Pouting,
scowling―
in a mile of tears.

(A pink lotus spills
the colors on water)

Let me talk
to my wilderness. The
script was incomplete
in shadows of greyhounds.

You crawl on the grass to find a four-leaf clover.

What I don't see, I
see. I will go where I don't reach.
The human failing shines.

Where are you, my
partner in jail ? The rattler of moons.
Why do fever rise in the dead body?

The stars don't sleep
laying the dews on your eyes. You
know the pain looks back at the torturer.

Where will you go
when you are not right,
not wrong?

And train will not stop
at your station. You
have to wait till sunrise.

Half-mist, half-moon―
and the glass houses.
The rocks refuse to fly.

The consecrated dawn
on a silent street whispers.
The city was dead.

I sleep after the naked
assault. The black shirts
and the white shirts have no answer.

Cannot undo, the
headless leap of faith.
It was not the answer.

A thousand moon
I will wait for the calamity, when
you come back with empty hands.

Playing Mozart,
I discover myself in the
jungle of antlers.

The grief survives
eternally. I arrange all
the words to spell correctly,
a white death.

The black tree
stumbles on pale moon.
The angel will not
open the door.