Glass panes divide
the trees and sky...

[ This is a modified version of "End of A...
On the way to the terminus, I felt...

[ Earlier written as "Shattered...
The mirror crashed...

Temple bells, resonant.
On the stairs...

I wish to leap over
the apparent horizon...

You seemed to be
a peculiar download...

Tonight, I had to depend on a skinny white candle
to light up my thoughts...

Yamuna flows by, quietly,
Seasons walk in silence...

Purloined corpses
dragged from...

You massage me,
lay me centered...

Clips of a terror campaign
were on TV, that day...

[ The piece is dedicated to the iron will of a...
This piece is not related to any particular sect...