I flew to aeon
when a fleeting butterfly...

Darkness never takes completely over
even after the light is...

Why is loneliness
so rife yet togetherness...

In the name of Indian warriors
the first nation of truth...

The loneliest alley was the alley
everyone passing through...

She shines and soaks in every star
in the blooming night...

God is quiescent.
To sound there must be two things...

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

You say,
“In God we trust...

We
always forget what we...

Life means the amnesia of death,
the amnesia of existence of the death...

Others
Bridge us back to ourselves...