You by yourself,
will become me...
You wanted him alive.
To witness the evolution of...
Like a virgin birth,
a poem floats...
From uncultured to
subcultured, I was made to...
Moon injured?
after reaching climax...
Under the jacaranda tree,
near the fragrant trunk...
Beautiful, purple
calm solitary twilights...
A method cuts you out?
in hunger pangs...
I paint the day
for you, for the last rites...
flying through
clouds of birds...
Beauty is the attribute of harmony and colours,
justness of the portions and equality...
I have become disconnected.
Talking of pose, while shooting...