It was half-sleep in your arms,
lying on my bed. I will tell lilies
you have to listen to a dream.
...
You will change one
day, in rattling bones, trying
to make yourself whole.
...
I do not want to become
plaintiff or defendant.
Untethered, I will punish myself
for metaphysical nuances.
...
Turning me blue
blithe thoughts had come like snakes
wriggling, biting, leaving tooth marks.
I remained holding a dew drop
...
Do not stoke the desires tonight,
my moon is away on the cusp of doubts.
Count you must the needles in heart, of
ifs and buts? A fragile truce was anathema
...
in emptiness staying aloof
to set the wings free,
a shadow self without flesh and bones
to rip out the enormity of silence
...
Green eyes in the crevices of rocks
will not let the fossil weep
for innocent sun.
A mayfly floats like
...
Increased vascularity of
the road less travelled, I have
started liking you again.
...
Incendiary crunch,
waiting to bloom. The self- flagellation
meets half-way the virtuous love.
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