When glacier recedes,
Your eyes start flowing...

Pardon my mask
I will put you on pedestal to torment me...

A candid confession from you,
when your identity started protruding...

In the triumph of flesh,
when fame of the world was your thing...

Aura begins from tongue
to spit fire and frozen rain...

Before I leave
I will give you my gift...

Homeless wanderer
my bohemian moon...

Sitting on the heap of debris
I decided to move one day...

Distance was increasing
in spewing rage...

It was the hiatus
that underlying silence...

Nothing to look forward
I return my gifts today...

And now the pain wants me to speak,
the words, but I wanted to listen...