Fear is on rise.
How long would you live with that...
Nudging the contempt,
he wanted to become...
A fear stalks you
in the dead city of broken paths...
Last petal on a rose,
last rose on the season's bough...
You wanted to possess me
and I sought to...
Trying to face fiction,
poetry was falling apart...
Scythe of a moon
swings, between tall...
The trauma gives me a
severe jolt...
Winter is round the corner.
A single dew drop...
The age has taken
away the bones...
I grope, I fumble.
I do not seek...
leaves swirl through the air
as trees shed their summer coat...