A fallout from your
waning smile, parades...

Today you are moon,
tomorrow Miranda...

For the memory of palms,
the pretence lives on...

Touching your
glacier lips with my poems...

Not thinking of you
in vacant mood...

Opening night's silk,
remembering you, under moon...

Poetry stares, unblinkingly,
in dilemma...

I will return you
to yourself in the twilight...

I will not have any
alliance with your words...

In alternative lies,
a which-hunt starts...

Soundlessly steps move, in
midmoon? deleting trust...

How much to live
for you in different ways...