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...
I am nowhere, living
in an urn. A feeling goes unwritten...
Let me be myself
in cloud of tears...
I have not arrived
as yet, to meet myself...
Leaves flicker bright, dark
Wind whisks sparking sunlight through...
Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road...
Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts...