Missing the lights
In days and night
But pretending it is  all right !

Why don’t I love?
For this love is a
possessive obsession to handle.

It’s a constraint,
sealing you mine forever.

So just flee—
or better,
not come at all.


For it's a Red envelope,
A prison house… or love?
My limitless love !

Why lotus petals drift?
It’s impermanence’s butterfly dream.
Calmness reflects where
emotions heighten least.

When fluids run deep,
it’s only infatuation—
a dream within a dream.

Passes like an hourglass;
time—a myth, or a mirror House

Unyouthful as spring,
never blushed pink, only stained;
with passion, yet without summer’s zeal.
Reflection fades in autumn’s twilight leaf,
condolence forged along winter’s trail—
snow flakes, Haunted in numbness

Why quench for blood,
when water’s thirst
is deadly—
an endless lust?

Kin never become keen,
none become kin by choice.
It’s the helix spiral code —
nurturing great fortune,
while some heiress of  a hex

Genes spin the fortune wheel;
where karma cannot stand,
only Oedipus’ prophecy
stitches in blood
and blinds the bloodline.