A hero demands affection, the heat
for a surrogate role
of a saviour of oppressed.
Deafness increases
...
Spitting the blood, he said,
every winter for few days –
he would feel outcast and there was
pain in the idea of pain, but he wanted to live
...
Throwing the prosthesis, he jumped for
numericals, refusing to expand,
walk with father of sorrow
the revolutionary.
...
Poaching on the brooding landscape
you crashed while scaling the flame.
A togetherness became a half-truth.
How troubled
...
How far? How far the goodness will survive?
Born to suffer, a troubled mind
was punished, for melting down.
Livid with revenge sun bleaches
...
A parallel pain walks with you
when you split into space and time.
You were too shy to die, to feel
the anguish and bliss of death.
...
Partly clad
full moon
was taking a bath on hills.
Trees were waiting
...
Walk with me, till moon rises
on the griefs of the dark,
and the tongue tastes the pain of centuries.
...
Small things were
witness to genes
of freak mutation.
Tooth in eye
...
One final leap
from high solitude
into city of dusk,
takes you to presence
...