Perfect domes?
beehived...

The sins of mortals
have become ordinary...

Depression?
was deep blue...

Shadows?
were lengthening...

Time
was the great avenger...

When I need something.
I will ask you...

Discarding?
the past, systematically...

Not for me,
this politics of living...

A poem dies in me.
I search for you again...

To remain normal?
how difficult it was. To undo...

A massive black hole
devoures the devdasi...

Your night eats the?
umbel of light with curved lips...