You said you were grief,
the marbled tears will not flow...

In the ending, there was beginning of fear
of unknown...

The symbols delivered the hunger
and desire cleaved the hearts...

Till the end story
hope was not visible...

We were absent from ourselves,
the stillness roared...

It was the centre of inferno,
where we met...

Offspring were preoccupied in their spiral career...
you feel sorry. You don't get the sleep...

Come in the evening,
on the lake...

An empty indulgence,
tortures the deep imagination...

The nihil extract seeps into,
hungry roots of thoughts...

The search was absolute,
truth was not...

Alone with an untouched,
untainted voice in me...