Under the vault of azure,
grand sculptures...

I watch the routine rise
of a blazing diamond...

Early morning wind
brush my jacket...

They roam around me
as smallish clouds...

[ The piece is dedicated to the iron will of a...
This piece is not related to any particular sect...

Clips of a terror campaign
were on TV, that day...

You massage me,
lay me centered...

Purloined corpses
dragged from...

Yamuna flows by, quietly,
Seasons walk in silence...

Tonight, I had to depend on a skinny white candle
to light up my thoughts...

You seemed to be
a peculiar download...

I wish to leap over
the apparent horizon...