It was like a combat
exercise at sunset...
The grass clings
to earth...
Flitting about, free—
Kings and queens of city skies...
Fear of staying in sidelines,
as a waning voice...
In aloneless,
searching for you...
In a sneaky way
I liked to distrust him...
As if living life—
Roaming, violent, never still...
Collecting more luggage
while moving on...
A truth a day
was not sufficient...
Birds chirp on a branch
And providing the balance...
Asking for privacy, a
green snake becomes deviant...
Before you eat
your words...