Your underpants?
Can you put them behind
beneath the weight of memories?
...
To find the
essence of nothingness
you need to play a bluff.
The birthmark will come
...
Surrender your shadow
to light.
Come my trenched thoughts.
...
A chalky midnight
I wait for the sound of
flapping winds.
...
Do you share the bed
with a perceived lover in illicit
borders?
...
आधी रात
लक्ष्य साधने का उत्सव मनाते हुए
अपने आप को मिटा कर
...
A squirrel on a stone bull
revives a genre,
after a black rose
fell on the lips of tremor.
...
Go forth alone, as a beast,
as a bird, as a fish.
There were knots in the breast
to be dissolved.
...
Flame and smoke.
What else your skies have to offer?
Was it not a crime against
poetry articulate?
...