After drawing a self-portrait,
I want you to believe...

Perhaps you know,
that you do not know...

Do you need a sanitizer for contaminated hands?
They were busy in illustrating the ugly contours...

He turns, forgets the hollyhocks
tries to become human...

It was not like life.
I am worried...

When glacier recedes,
Your eyes start flowing...

Heart's ache is getting worse everyday.
May be I go out in this brutal world...

Cell to cell a trapped apocalypse moves
breaking the taboo, deconstructing...

Long night will start the pincer movement;
pyrexia is rising...

A useless space between the sentences,
ghastly story does not end in black and white...

I was not capable of
contradicting the quietness...

Space has all the silent approval,
truth will not multiply...