It was heart-wrenching
when you wanted to leave this earth...

Wisdom reinvents.
You were burning yourself...

In grey zone of life
I find you under bodhi tree...

Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How...

It was most beautiful
your broken heart...

You pry out my eyes,
when I look at your hands...

When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down...

I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent...

After the long wait
I forgot how to kiss the flames...

In half-moon
you have been crying inside...

Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed...

You had tightened
the grip. I hit a rough patch...