liberty is not a hymn or an anthem,
a slogan...

Crescent is your laughter
the slit of illumination...

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...