How much to live
for you in different ways...

Soundlessly steps move, in
midmoon? deleting trust...

In alternative lies,
a which-hunt starts...

I will not have any
alliance with your words...

I will return you
to yourself in the twilight...

Poetry stares, unblinkingly,
in dilemma...

Opening night's silk,
remembering you, under moon...

Not thinking of you
in vacant mood...

Touching your
glacier lips with my poems...

For the memory of palms,
the pretence lives on...

Today you are moon,
tomorrow Miranda...

A fallout from your
waning smile, parades...