Sometime in wordless
prayer, a moon was trapped,
Eerily the neck breaks.

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Everyday you were
moving away like sun from
all my being exiled.

*

You don't say goodbye.
Seared, I will hear the hissing
sound of blue flames.

You had made a hole
in intriguing wall, of chaste
value, of wrong surrender.

*

The thieves will come back
to pick up the loose threads
for wearing tapestry.

*

The beautiful song
always ends into oblique
reference to gender.

You wanted to vend
the dignity of pain, crazed
by moon. Stars won't tell truth.


*

What was your religion.
I ask the ocean of grief. You
will talk of man's fall.

*

Faith flickers like candle
in wind. One day I collect
some footprints of light.

In my weakness to
live to the edge of no return,
tears will make a shrine.

*

Uncensored my
poem will speak for the restrain of
underscored facts.

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Punctuations give
you pause, before you enter
the tender skin.

Keeping the end at bay,
spurning advances in dark,
going for a witch-hunt.

*

For the truth. The man and
the beast were one. You will not cry
for the sake of progeny.

*

The swift fall of pen
breaks the barriers. There was no
one to read the scriptures.

The dark side of moon
simmers. There was an outbreak
of romance on planet.

*

Ah, the senile edge of
twilight! Which way the light will go
to shine dry humor?

*

Shall we change ourselves
in dim hope of rebirthing
of our ancient gods?