After the plumes,
legs are blown off...

Wanting more of you
in the bed of moon...

Entire age was spent in search
of self ultimate and he was still...

When the curtain falls, the puzzled instinct
inherits the confusion of clouds. The beleaguered...

Give me back,
me back, my affections...

Would not place any price-tag
on me. Like a mannequin dug out from a pit...

Be my sleep, I tell a dream.
A lantern was chasing the shadows...

Multiple tongues followed
some strangers to see the...

For a good road map you need
whistling words and biting...

Irreverent arsenic of lake bottom
was seeping in me...

Unrepenting you start
from a sore point...

I was not capable of
contradicting the quietness...