Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

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

No gender, no male and female.
You’re dissolving in me and I in you...

Life is a portrait
that we draw of ourselves while...

Waltzing
we poured...

In mercantile lives
love is the most bankrupting...

They all celebrate the sacrificial offering of...
The ceremony of the gore...

It is so startling
how precise...

When you violate the innocence of your husband,
falsely accusing him...

Stoning to death—
it’s all you do...

"The first E"
There is a sip just a sip...

Roses are countless
so as the pages of this...