Intended to violate
the omnipresent,
stillness unzips the inviolate –
truth.
...
Only the love-birds will know
it was time of inquisition.
There was a lot of prodding in
the neighbourhood.
...
Sun was tired today
rising slowly between birth and death.
A stranger snatches away my heart.
...
I was not dumb. Went to
Agni to learn the art of communication.
How did you say you love me?
...
Your slanting eyes
will not drop the legacy of giving
away. It brings tears in stones.
...
You were in cross-wire.
Something moved between us. Petals
of marigold were spread on the path.
...
The mysterious rival:
suffering of resignation.
I am reading myself for the surrealism of life,
juxtaposition of love and hate.
...
One crisp scaffold.
Was it possible that it became generous?
For the street which turns
the mutation into xenograft.
...
Poetry wound
and a large schism
starts an invasion.
...
The child was trembling inside you:
eliminated,
revived,
walking past an explosion
...