Transparency.
Where were you in dark...

What an artifice. The
invisible becomes visible. I am not...

Wanted to dip my
pen in light and draw...

Disappointed.
I look at my hands to...

Between ethics and
ethos, your truth is very sad. The...

Unravished the
black moon was down...

Somedays with
human touch, I will talk...

I am nowhere, living
in an urn. A feeling goes unwritten...

Let me be myself
in cloud of tears...

I have not arrived
as yet, to meet myself...

Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road...

Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts...