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The curse rebounds,
like a raccoon you want to wash
the victim in pure water.

You turn to be on
the top of names, but cannot
sell the privacy of red blooms

Sit under a palm
tree. It throws very small shadows,
but will remind you of sanctity.

My mind burns very
fast. Not to see my own body, like
a sardine, laid as if it was my last birth.

This was an atmosphere
of abandonment. You cannot stop
yourself from seeing bloodbath everyday...

Let me share the sorrow
of the moon and the Bo tree. Can you

block the end times O god?

The stale words and
old meanings try to retrieve your
stolen pain. I am ready to burn my hands.

Death will not visit
again if you become a caveman.
Bipolar dress appears as a fashion.

I look at my lost
thumbs. I cannot climb the Himalayas.
But the sun will come to salute me.

It was an ethereal
kiss. I shook my hand with the
immortal. The sting was pregnant.

Your love was morphetic.
Who was deathless in this world?
You are tied to me in the war of embrace.

It rakes the weeping tree.
Where does the god live? The roots
are in blood and thieves took away the fruits.

I have no words for thoughts
Only eyes can read without print. I believed
in everything and you were skeptical.

If I have to go, I go.
Will break the links to dance on the
fire. Who will stop the quarrel of faith?

In my soul night I
talk with invisible stars. Somewhere
small gods have started loving me.

This was my moon
day. In the dark sky, love to take
a leap? Who was a drunkard?

I don't think about
myself to create something new.
Why did you come with roses?

I see you naught.
Like a meteor shower sends a
scented smell to cool my burning poem.

In the waning sun
how far the light will go to bite
the darkness of my loneliness?

A flawed explosion
falls at midnight to cause a moral
trauma. Merciless moon comes late.

Only the surreal sunrise
makes me complete. I am ready
to start my birth again.

Who was a psychopath
to become a cipher? Calmly you murder
a mocking bird without a song.

Your perspective is changing.
You need pain counseling for some time.
But the lexicon ultimately fails.

Angry sky falls. Where
was the Buddha? Love precedes
the end of the burning path.

You are eating me
away, inch by inch in broad daylight.
A dying lamp still sits on the water.

The moon drops the blur light.
Do you know how the house breaks without
war? The prince lives in a wax palace.

The last tears have dried
up. The lies are rising in balloons.,
and the sky is coming down.