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

Stammering quarrel
with classical fluidity...

Belief will lynch all the vistas,
one by one...

It was midnight moon
cruising in the bedroom...

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...

Wrigglers dripped again
from hidden heights. The red river changed...

I care less,
walking on plateau...

A bruise-
opens up again...