Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam
transcript of a gender...

It dims the hope.
Eying peaks of flame...

It was heart-wrenching
when you wanted to leave this earth...

Timeless,
the eyes and fractured wisdom...

You are not
on my page...

Under anesthesia
the elixir drips from the language...

Fraternising
the needles...

I collect the unknown fears,
better than the known...

Death will not listen;
still, the candle burns...

You come home,
to a genocide of sperms...

It was getting dark.
The insane curve of greed was rising...

Man becomes a bee
assaulting a rosebud...