If hate was becoming an absolute truth
and love was transcending lies...

Pathways have no boundaries,
thinker was without a thought...

For unwashed beliefs,
and semi -truths, someone wins...

A hand wipes away the dried tears,
chemistry working...

Was that a robot
claiming friendship...

O viola,
go over the grapes...

The most wanted moon
was writhing...

In war of attrition
with moon...

The wind writes a name on the clouds
and sun wipes out the letters...

White lotus at red feet:
we will start self-infliction...

Death was the beginning. My emancipation.
Death of pre-memory thoughts. I am ready to...

Looked naïve, but he was
elevating himself on the heap of lights...