Who was Black?

This was a bounty.

Shouting on the flames.

You wait for the unspoken silence.

You knock at the door

with your head. A lamp lights the lamp.

But the walls are still very dark.

Eyes invoke the light.

To read the unwritten saga of a

house ... more

Finding your Substance

Howling of loneliness

begins. Voices were suicidal.

The anger wouldn't explode.

Let me euthanise.

No day was bright. Peacocks were

poisoned. I don't want to be enormous.

Om Shanti. I Open my

fists. Distance is not clear. Half

the truth is in acute pain.

Coming Out of Truth

A poem without a title

hurts me. The reticent phrase

tells the pain in one word..

A knife cuts when I

am impatient. It smells of blood

running as stampede.

I feel sick when smoke

hides a secret. I want to set them

free-unwanted screams of dying vampires.

Telling by Unsaid

I always felt somebody

standing by my side to show its

belonging to the moon and ocean.

Last words were thrown

up nonchalantly to invite god. Fever

climbs the iceberg in paroxysm.

Walking on sands leaving

foot marks as if to find the ... more

Voiceless Prayers

Hazy thoughts and half-

words were going to make the landscape

of static deities. You are with yourself.

Excuse me for climbing

on clouds. Ah, the dictionary of stars

was not explaining the truth of slayed tomorrow.

In the smile of the ... more

Everyone was Crazy

A first shock from

a hidden weapon. God was giving

less than any desires.

The apparition tells nothing.

Your road ends in my tears. There

was no pardon to kill the truth.

It was a big void-

in the center of the galaxy. This wasn't ... more