Gifting myself a new
hurt, though ephemeral, do...

Salt burnt, you come
under the shade...

Why the pink words
float in black eyes...

Mind goes blank.
In the interim relief- I will wake...

This was a circle
which broke...

Like it was pain of sea.
The waves are not rising...

I will ask
the moonflower to give me...

Wearing a straitjacket
you come out in open...

Schizoidly I walked
with the moon- by night...

I will call you
in a moon night-through...

It sets me off
when you bring up...

Standing in the centre of a circle,
trying to reach the periphery...