How much I know me,
I will ask you one day...
By the time you had
left the podium, you...
Veneer was coming
off. Tribal fear to fore, am...
It came like a hail
of leads...
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...