Today I will shed my body
and meet you halfway at watery address...

I believe, I had not arrived
when you were arbitrating...

Why are you packing up for final journey?
I am not getting the signals from the stars...

I don't belong to me,
to you, to her, to him...

Watching the charred remains
of the toys...

A fear stalks me on the road.
Sun was very aloof and cold...

Tie the knot with my mortgaged life -
I have started the self-descent...

In a starry night
an adolescent thought starts...

Neglecting the presence of choiceless
pain, I became singular and I said...

He made me move on the rough edges
to the abyss of ' I ', persuasive, but strong...

Living on margin he was deceived again.
A grasshopper was perched on door...

Trying to follow truth
his journey was nightmarish...