Every now and then
a poem coiled in scroll of an acumen...

He wished to tell though
he chose silence instead so...

In the oscillation of an accordion
we were gasping...

Dewdrops
falling...

When you smile
the white gate of Eden opens...

I awaited whole year
between gloom and light...

The tragedy of a man in the abyss of: “to be...
Where the bridge of “to be” connecting two...

My brother is a gullible sinner
and I am Jesus...

Such inverse efficacy:
Rocks grind...

Don’t ever ever dare my insanity
for I've found your sanity deluged in vanity...

Yoyos are orbicular,
like everything else...

Actually
it was in the apple of your eyes...