It was half-sleep in your arms,
lying on my bed. I will tell lilies
you have to listen to a dream.
...
You used to say, I
was your accident, but you smiled
in unspoken words of pain.
...
The brown earth comes
out with empty hands when you
go to the field for bread.
...
I do not want to become
plaintiff or defendant.
Untethered, I will punish myself
for metaphysical nuances.
...
Prowling in moonlight,
time beats. Alone I was looted
like the moon. O ballad I will not believe you.
...
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.
...
Green eyes in the crevices of rocks
will not let the fossil weep
for innocent sun.
A mayfly floats like
...
in emptiness staying aloof
to set the wings free,
a shadow self without flesh and bones
to rip out the enormity of silence
...
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
...