‘Twas your ghost
to secure the promise...

You walk into a trap.
The self-search must start...

Lying in congealed blood.
You cannot wipe off the stigma...

A method cuts you out?
in hunger pangs...

In deep depression,
clearing the emotional debris...

I will not beg,
never. There were some mistakes...

Walking towards you
prudently, lighting...

Can you get the seizing
without an encounter...

Unceremoniously?
you blow off the earthen lamp...

I paint the day
for you, for the last rites...

Kiss me hard?
defending your poverty...

Dismantling?
my temple, brick by brick...