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Was it physical, when
you touched the heart? Why did
you leave something, which is a mystery?

My pain still lives
in the poems after refuting the desolation
of humanity. A crack bellows the fire

I was I am not. I
talk and talk to find the truth of
crying earth. Will it survive after its murder?

When the dark rules,
the religion of the genome starts
evolving. You can donate dead sperms.

Be a vampire. There is
no ethics in becoming mad. Can
you fill in the holes of heart?

I seek new ecopain.
The lineage of ascent has
collapsed. I look into the volcano.

I will commit the
strength of love in rose buds.
There was an exodus of pain

Loud thinking. Your
future lives in your eyes. Dead
men start walking in haste.

I will refuse me. No
face making. Standing below a
palm tree, you win, and you fall.

Sometimes my hands
arrest me at night. I talk to myself to
make me reach the soul.

A poem springs from
the pain of heart. There was no
come-ness. I explore the black panthers.

I read Rumy, Pablo Neruda
and Khalil Gibran. Truth moves from.
one page to another. God shuts the eyes.

This was the night of
torture. Why the sun went to sleep
in twilight? Black panther turns vulcanic.

Let us make a bargain.
A long deep grave opens the mouth
to receive the guests seeking justice.

If you think about a
myth of a flight in a moonrise,
nobody knocks at the door.

My ocean of love,
nobody knows from where it starts,
where it ends. It conceived a sun.

Cleopatra, why did
you go? The earthly pain still
comes up to begin the war.

You lift a song at the
door of a stranger to change the world.
But the world has changed you.

Faceless. Don't close
my sky. You know the moon has
a harsh place. Will you meet me in the dark?

Between a duck and the
wolf, the predator wins. I will not
need Shirley Temple now.

How not to die, when
every time the boat sinks without
water. Love was always mesmerizing.

An ageless curse bites.
You make it hard. O my pride,
I am changing the course of life.

A pinch of salt worsens
the taste of love. A knife kindles
the moon. The beads were falling.

The bullet has a cause.
You open the chest. Centuries get
ready for a moment of pause.

When the emptiness
speaks to collect the noughts,
it was all time strange dying.

The blood was exiled.
No visible injury. Deep inside
a void was filled with weird sounds.

Honey bees learn adultery.
From one rose to another. Now I
want a temple of no gods.