Bleak landscape
transcends its shoulders...

The flame will not die.
I pursue the path of smoke...

Being was my forte,
where the words speak no more...

Let me put back
the rhythm to the song...

Eyes locked, slowly we drift
knowing or not knowing...

At the dance of the naked moon
a single leaf quivers...

Talking of existence and being,
amidst chaos and misery...

It comes rolling out
from the trees, a sliced moon...

Death has been my partner,
my best friend...

Turning me blue
blithe thoughts had come like snakes...

Who am I to know
the abstract silence...

It was very transparent
death of the shadow...