The man who lives
between my penned lines...

Sun's temper gradually vacates the place
Ember of tragedy leaves its lasting trace...

Grieving steam from the bathtub flies
Under its mask none sees, none tries...

In the shadow of religion
atrocity walks with pride...

Tranquil night melts away from earth's embrace
paving a cloudless path for the rising king...

I wonder each day
how to express...

I've come past wanting and yearning
for a tall, dark and handsome man...

Tucked away safely
within a closet...

A sanctuary of silence
where beauty breathes among trees...

Pregnant moon adorns the vast sky,
spilling all its brilliance upon...

She is
a lustrous flame...

A spark of thought
in the midst of night...