Salt burnt, you come
under the shade...
The shivers of a naked land stir the morning awake...
It yawns through the forest, hills and hidden lake...
Why the pink words
float in black eyes...
Tomorrow a flower grows
in fields of sorrow, fed by shadows of an Oak...
Mind goes blank.
In the interim relief- I will wake...
I walked slowly across
your bed made of soft grains of sand...
This was a circle
which broke...
Save me,
oh watchful master...
Like it was pain of sea.
The waves are not rising...
I will ask
the moonflower to give me...
A nature's Court
With an abundance of flowers...
Wearing a straitjacket
you come out in open...