In search of peace
the free hand was inflicting casualities...

It was not worth it.
Building of castles on the dirty roads...

Can your words find the color
and smell of a manslaughter...

I woke up clutching the dreams
in deluge of tears...

The night calling. I start
the search for survivors...

Blue poppies were poised
to meet the regret of thighs...

The dead sea
and the naked soul...

Can you freeze the years?
Untrammeled mind...

The dew on your -
lashes. Did the moon kiss...

Recalling memories was difficult.
I presume, today was not my day...

Do you know the pain
of somebody on the road...

A gem cutter
takes a pause...