Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam
transcript of a gender...

A primordial fear takes over.
These pathways are not reaching anywhere...

Was it a summer storm of sexuality?
Only the chaste statue stood in threads...

Wanted to visit old lanes
for a mocking bird...

A twisted journey starts on wings
after the end of the road. Ambition...

Belief will lynch all the vistas,
one by one...

It was midnight moon
cruising in the bedroom...

I care less,
walking on plateau...

Wrigglers dripped again
from hidden heights. The red river changed...

The waves crash at your threshold.
You had given me lot of tears...

I say to myself, why did not you learn
the ways of life...

This moment was not
mine. Not this moment had...