Like a whiff of pungent smoke
morality hurts...

Revolting inwardly
the fountain chokes...

Jinxed out
was the sex panel...

Faith was not taking him
near the truth...

Flame and smoke.
What else your skies have to offer...

When postponed, death had no meaning.
It was lying in ambush...

A solitary moon rises
behind the seven veils...

He would set them free,
words. On cityscape...

Trampling the borders, he started
losing his vibrations...

Let us take another road.
The boundary was not clear...

I threw myself in deep slumber
pledging not to play the game...

I watched helplessly, my body being taken away
limb by limb...