The age has taken
away the bones...
Liquid clouds sail by
Between green branches they float...
It was a mixed affair
of love and hate...
Moon was mixing the colors.
The black hole does not exist...
That moment when the rain stops
there hasn't been sun in days...
One-legged thought
had a solitary confinement...
Thistle thorns from stems it mourns -
flicker many a tulip head...
Planted by hands unknowingly sprouted
a birthing of graceful complexity...
Those old sounds
have already sunk...
Within shadows, darkness falls from the moon
star glow flames the magical sky above...
Scarlet torrents of stained water
rushed down the wheel of infinity...
Have you ever seen a snowflake
Crisp and white...