You did not give,
what I asked for moksha...
Half moons in eyes,
you want to change gender...
You were not the
complete face of body...
I was reluctant
to miss the blood moon...
I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at...
Nothing matters now
after decimating dreams...
We share just one same Earth
On which we all will stand...
You swirl around
my poems to enter old nest...
She feels the ground sigh beneath her
As she weaves in and out of trees so tall...
Now is the point that
the past and prospect fasten...
To break free from
existential spin, I will...
Like a forgotten
love child, are you same as...