The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder
gently and said...

The dazzling star
went through me...

Walk with me, till moon rises
on the griefs of the dark...

Till last moment, life can produce a meaning.
Of sky, stars and space between darkness and...

Partly clad
full moon...

Belonging
to unbelonging...

One by one
leaves had gone...

Sometime, somewhere I will break
into many moons...

Like tussoh, I collect snow
after the blizzard, churning...

Wanted to pay
debts of gratitude...

You are not me.
It was not gentle...

Ethics of brands will find
out the anatomist...