I will not elaborate,
what I mean...
I pass them everyday
heroes of nature...
The credibility
of an apple...
A breast bomb,
makes a sudden lunge...
To blunt the offence
of beautiful pain...
The fresco had started
peeling off. I was...
The bifurcation-
was complete...
In years to come
when my bones are brittle...
Skin bleached in moon,
you prepare yourself tonight to hit the mystry...
The tibial spiking
now hurts...
There was an urgency-
to finish the job...
It is raining.
The water colors...