Last night
moon was following me...

In situ,
a pod holds a promise...

For death of conflicts,
and conflicts of death...

For the fusion of minds
let the long vigil of night begin...

Right on top, you were inching slowly.
United in hate...

Sky weeps, I was collecting clouds
from stillness of the sea...

They manipulated the words
to cross the corridors of essence...

On a hollow path
you had failed...

It was a dirty war
of moat...

An acid dropp burns your lips,
dares you to question...

A pink rose was set to strip
letting the leaves fall...

There was the hunger
and suicide...