Poetry stares, unblinkingly,
in dilemma...

Opening night's silk,
remembering you, under moon...

Not thinking of you
in vacant mood...

Touching your
glacier lips with my poems...

For the memory of palms,
the pretence lives on...

Today you are moon,
tomorrow Miranda...

A fallout from your
waning smile, parades...

The horses run like?
tiny dots, on horizon, to...

Your roses drink the
sun in dewy dawn. I catch the...

Beyond the moon
spirit, I will wait for the...

It was your weapon.
Nobody else would have given in...

Again you took a wrong path
to meet the angel...