Till the end story
hope was not visible
to others.
...
The symbols delivered the hunger
and desire cleaved the hearts.
Fragile peace for collective
anguish was not a substitute.
...
In the ending, there was beginning of fear
of unknown.
The pain of malignity,
evil punctuation of
...
You said you were grief,
the marbled tears will not flow.
Was it not much softer
to accept the life
...
The brain will not cease.
Agitation explores
the hypocrisy of paths.
My myths burned, I spinned and tipped
...
Eyes will speak, not the road.
I am going very far.
Ability to suffer was me.
...
We listened deeply to the sounds
of seed power of duality.
I was very restive
there was no time to review
...
When you try to find fire
in edifice of whispers,
you are badly singed,
the wronged truths demand scrutiny.
...
Why do you run away
from the primordial fear?
Of tight emptiness?
A shapeless entity of drifting psyche?
...