Home Of Truths

Digging out your bones

by gods from your burial. Against the

moon I will concede my reddish body.

There was blue contrast

between the dead hands. Give me

solace in the milky way.

This was an extraordinary

pause in bloody war. Life ... more

Changing Names

I ask you to split

the ocean. I will stay in the sky. Under

the pine seeds are ready to fly away.

A litmus test initiates

the birth of a poem. When moon

speaks to me, I become weightless.

The ghost starts a family.

Stone deaf people go in ... more

Counting The Pains

You ought to have stopped

me, in my knocked out desires, promising

the light soon to open the hibiscus.

Small cotton seeds have

started flying. The night of love

weaves black gown to cover the wounds.

I touch, I feel you to

catch your shadow. ... more

I Am Not You

Prickly love, I have

come to bleed. A size of moon

was always shadowing the charisma.

When the crooked fingers

look like question marks, the criminality

of darkness would not speak.

Right on the track of

truth, I was always blinded ... more

Sweet Blood

My half-written poem

right on the long track of truth, was

never finished after losing heaven.

Then why do I want

to come out of the prison of systems

and find the secret of liberation.

You sit back on the

pyre. It was not the end of love,

and ... more

Annotation

Blazing in my blood,

you were coming down, yellow moon.

No, not you were my enemy.

With you gone, I was

living in marrow-bone to shut my

door of love, to hurt myself.

My encounters with words

were failing. I see your unkissed

lips losing their pink colors.