They would go after
your dreams first before after...

I stood up against unjust
-not how a sitting man stands...

The tranquility
in between cats and fishes...

Life is hiding death
as much as death is the cause...

_To those who have a soul_
The shrine of loneliness musing...

If I have been in your town
for some times...

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

Windchill is howling in my veins,
as on the windows of these trains...

Love me incomplete,
the way I am, otherwise...

The crucifixion of these geometrical shapes
in the air...

O little Orphan boy, little orphan boy
you do not need to hide your fear anymore...

Be a hug for me
that my cries could calm in its cradle...