The blue veins,
defending brazenly...

In black midnight,
the white moon, like a nun...

Lethal mix
of blood ties? before...

First listen to your heart.
No poetry will walk tonight...

Under surveillance, the vegetable?
lives on ventilator...

Living,
in the wounds...

I will be kissing in proxy?
at the dark side of...

Where do you stand?
in the crowd, for the love of a cause...

Why do I give you the bliss?
of my poverty...

The words had started to fail me.
There was always an ‘if...

A young grasshopper lands
on the paper, I was writing upon...

He used to tread lightly as if
walking on concrete, barefoot...