Learning the art
of dying, cheating the ghosts...

Supernova of love.
The black light. Was it a biographical...

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...