Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready...
The contours of
jutting bones refuse to...
O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you...
Would you remain
you, after the time lapse...
The mission to
know myself failed...
Things go beyond your
vision. I transcend gods...
A poet's eye
sails from room to room...
Pain indigo of
half-moon, will travel...
I promise
I will not write your...
I could not mediate.
God died in my home. Osho...
Blue planet
remains sad. Nowadays...
Something was sinister
in beautiful night...