It was not ending, not beginning
this fracas...

Cruel times,
and the walls are rising...

You wanted tranquility
clean and sane...

What could you do
when the donor fatigue...

Clapping with one hand,
when a suicide note was found...

No comments. The eagle
is ready to pounce on...

It was syntax
killing a kiss...

It was a cloudburst-
from your saddened eyes...

Standing in the centre of a circle,
trying to reach the periphery...

It sets me off
when you bring up...

I will call you
in a moon night-through...

Schizoidly I walked
with the moon- by night...