The orphan asked
grim reaper, do we live...
Sometimes I will
miss you badly. You won't cry...
Nothing to put in
words. You had placed...
Learning the art
of dying, cheating the ghosts...
Supernova of love.
The black light. Was it a biographical...
Transparency.
Where were you in dark...
What an artifice. The
invisible becomes visible. I am not...
Wanted to dip my
pen in light and draw...
Disappointed.
I look at my hands to...
Between ethics and
ethos, your truth is very sad. The...
Unravished the
black moon was down...
Somedays with
human touch, I will talk...