Casuarina tree
shed its leaves
between life & death;
I live to give you
...
A flood of dancing circles,
My first alphabet in muddy water
Leaning over the banisters,
...
Mine
a fragment of this unknown journey
from naught to naught;
Startling before this absurd sense
...
Winking at her shadow
She gasped under her cot
Striding through dreaded leaves,
She asked,
...
Now it’s the turn of silence,
Pigmented lashes drive to the far
As my intuition begins its play.
...
I am red
I slay myself in my wilderness
I am liberation,
Curling in front of my mirror…
...
Death remembers me
Sometimes it embraces me to his pinion,
Its midnight
...
My Silent Concert
Me, a hornbill
in the terror of love,
A fragrance of sorrow
to my realizations,
A stench of love
to my imagination,
Stillness of water
to my heartbeats,
the murmur of night
to my eyes,
My dream
is yellow,
My flowers have the
fragrance of waiting,
The touch of love
as hard as a glass castle,
In the circle of love,
who is at the centre?
You are as dense as
a moon, when I see you
through the clouds,
The bridge of love
may collapse
as you come...
a poet know real way to make a knell of sweetness gazed at the moon pondering over the abortive pains of love.