The dazzling star
went through me...
The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder
gently and said...
Small things were
witness to genes...
One final leap
from high solitude...
Sometimes I will interplay
the secrets...
Your gifts, I do not want to keep.
Shapeless doves on the grass...
The valley holds on, to murder
of moon, behind the trees...
Wages
of alienation...
You asked for an explanation
for a flame. A bat...
To search you
I am burning my wheels...
Sometimes horizon roams with moon
I pluck the stars...
A blank paper invites
for rape...