Honesty. Was it the
sickness of mind? Ask the...

A sparrow knits the?
dim moonlight to sleep in...

December moon
and you, not to blink for a...

It were not you
at the end of poem. Something...

Leave me by me.
I was an onlooker in...

Love hours.
When you cover your...

Like a forgotten
love child, are you same as...

Spider weaves the
net. You walk in the named...

To break free from
existential spin, I will...

I was hurt,
I speak...

Like clones, your hands
embrace, winding up...

The soft pain lashes
in a bizarre manner. You...