An ultimate lie becomes a reality in life,
Like slit in the throat of a lamb in a meadow...

One by one kites were alighting on the roof top.
Door were banging and a smell was rising...

Why do I always remember the time
of departure...

Half the night for you
half the night for me...

Between a calm and a thunder,
I amputate my days, from the mediocre life of...

It did not stay in bed for long
the ultimate...

Fear overtakes the desire to happiness,
death is an accident...

Imperishable,
you keep the truth frozen...

When the very soul dies,
death does not need a label...

Dust to dust the soul,
moves in a confined circle...

After the death, mediocre paperweights rule
on the pages of life...

Faceless fear leaps from the book
I close the chapter...