What is in your hand?
is it bleeeding or just a rose flower?

when I say :
You
I arm twenty three letters
and I disarm
  you.

I said in the face of the tyrant
what reminds us of a tyrant before him .
I said : " in the face of the tyrant what reminds us of a tyrant before him.
I said in the face of the tyrant " what remindes US of a tyrant before him ? "
don"t be afraid..say we are not  holding  rose flowers in our hands ..but deep woundes from the throne of thornes on his majesty's birth day .

Human tree of knowledge has two branches . Greek evidence and Indian advice
if Delhi aches once , Athens aches twice. if Athens couldn't sleep Delhi sings her a song and kisses her dimples
if Delhi couldn't breath Athens
blows the the flames of love
in  her   timples  
if  our tree witheres we all pay the price.
breath my beloved India breath
we are all with you when death casts his dice.

" is he dead" ?
Vultures picking on my chest and
whispering
anxiously , waiting for the final heart beat .
After this bitter disappointment
miracles still happen to me all sudden,
like this big one :
" i'm a live"

Children and poets do not lie, they only imagine ,word the sign   and  become the sight.
.....
lovers are poets till they fall out of love and see the sun before they see the light.
....
poets are fighters till they give up on the dream for what's wrong and what's right .
...
you are my finest lie
my endless dream
and the poem that writes me when I write.

Mom,
scrach my back
and my Chest
So I give birth to the
Moon
rub my eyes with a bat
So I see after the moonset .