I will not elaborate,
what I mean...
The credibility
of an apple...
A breast bomb,
makes a sudden lunge...
To blunt the offence
of beautiful pain...
The fresco had started
peeling off. I was...
The bifurcation-
was complete...
Skin bleached in moon,
you prepare yourself tonight to hit the mystry...
The tibial spiking
now hurts...
There was an urgency-
to finish the job...
It is raining.
The water colors...
Your hands tremble,
when you accept...
Writing your own elegy in a
blocked artery...