In a chilly moment
a metaphysical shadow...

There was no rationale
of jinxed proxy. Let me sort...

After victim effect
of hibernation...

You were at it again.
Ignoring the truth...

My killing instincts
were intact...

Making them dead?
in a regal way...

Smearing an uncut?
and whole moon on the forehead...

The porus mind?
in the vacant chair, thinking...

A conspiracy of the sort.
This is what I wanted...

The witch-hunt starts
for an unexploded bomb...

Why did you offer your
eyes, to a non-victim...

Like a virgin birth,
a poem floats...