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

Slightly indecently
the moon was sleeping...

Under anesthesia
the elixir drips from the language...

Fraternising
the needles...

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

Timeless,
the eyes and fractured wisdom...

Climbing
on the celestial pole...

After breach in tolerance
one peeled truth becomes incendiary...

Days are crisp,
nights chilled...

This moment was not
mine. Not this moment had...

I say to myself, why did not you learn
the ways of life...

The waves crash at your threshold.
You had given me lot of tears...