This was paradise.
I will meet death in life and you
will find life in death.
...
Let me go away from you
and from your hugs. The kitchen was ready
to bake you in moonlight.
...
Segregation between roses
and jasmines was a mega pain. Bad
bones had left the footprints of blood.
...
An unknown soldier stood
in dark to welcome the light. This was
not you, a show of power.
...
Vulnerable. Still in fog
Nothing was mine. None was god.
We had become stones.
...
I am carrying nothing.
This is something, before I disappear
from daunting dreams and snow.
...
Tethered to the Bo tree,
first I see you, then I don't. Silence was
my strength between you and me
...
My words float in
air. Your pulse moves very fast like
chirping crickets. We must mate in metaphysics,
...
Why are you in snow-clad
to see the talking of flowers. The present
time has become revengeful.
...
A lone wound and a
silent sorrow. Where the fugitive will
go? The migratory moon wants to stay.
...