Dearest,
I have spotted one purple globe...

Glass panes divide
the trees and sky...

She'd sky-dive with succulent drops,
frolic upon leaves of a rare foliage...

One peafowl halted his search.
The air was warming up...

Amid departed leaves
teardrops and busted twigs...

I didn't consider the likelihood
that a morn would go by...

The feel of a noose around my neck
for so long...

Under the vault of azure,
grand sculptures...

Love is-
Sensing a whiff...

Purloined corpses
dragged from...

You have packed my everyday
within yourself...

My doting couplet, you resemble
a pair of hypodermic syringe...