You should have asked me.
Why was it not important...

After reaching, near-
the crumbling wall, you...

To foil the pride of
initiating the blasts...

Stalking a poem
the art...

I have accepted myself, now.
In incompleteness...

It was difficult to revisit,
the birth therapy...

Unbecoming, you watch
the sunset...

It was not easy,
to rewrite a dream poem...

The ledge, jutting out
in quivering water...

The fantasy:
of moving in a circle...

Becoming musical
at the end time...

The wind was black
and I wanted to make an eye contact...