Shades of mint devour
a senseless soul...

I despise the month of May
for maidens dance within the hay...

These three pixies
are my magical flowers...

You resurrected my soul
upon a hot sultry night...

Late at night, extinguishing memories
blazing within my feverish destruction...

Your bubbling beauty
aches to release...

Few years back,
my brain mated...

Different but same, you can see
pine cones, acorns falling from trees...

Ten twenty pm-
laid my pen to rest...

Painted spirit shines
a colossal rhapsody...

Crawling into darkness,
to the farthest part of my mind...

Within a chain linked fence
I weave a written whisper to you...