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...
The horses run like?
tiny dots, on horizon, to...
Your roses drink the
sun in dewy dawn. I catch the...
Beyond the moon
spirit, I will wait for the...
It was your weapon.
Nobody else would have given in...
Again you took a wrong path
to meet the angel...
A very crude question,
I will ask. What kind of...
In final journey, there
was a collective guilt...
You evoke the desire.
I break like bougainvillea leaves...