Cruel times,
and the walls are rising...

You wanted tranquility
clean and sane...

What could you do
when the donor fatigue...

Clapping with one hand,
when a suicide note was found...

No comments. The eagle
is ready to pounce on...

It was syntax
killing a kiss...

It was a cloudburst-
from your saddened eyes...

Standing in the centre of a circle,
trying to reach the periphery...

It sets me off
when you bring up...

I will call you
in a moon night-through...

Schizoidly I walked
with the moon- by night...

Wearing a straitjacket
you come out in open...