You are not me.
It was not gentle...
Wanted to pay
debts of gratitude...
Like tussoh, I collect snow
after the blizzard, churning...
Sometime, somewhere I will break
into many moons...
One by one
leaves had gone...
Belonging
to unbelonging...
Partly clad
full moon...
Till last moment, life can produce a meaning.
Of sky, stars and space between darkness and...
Walk with me, till moon rises
on the griefs of the dark...
The dazzling star
went through me...
The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder
gently and said...
Small things were
witness to genes...