When your lies pretend to be truths,
Your house becomes full of cadavers...

Mirror to mirror
a face floated in anguish...

Mob hurts you
when you were standing alone in a crowd...

Blood splatters on walls,
on earth. Erstwhile anointed idol...

Give me your lips
I have to drink the dark night...

There was a geometric progression
in movement of truth and dreams...

The matrix drinks the words,
in the anonymity of opaque meanings...

Joining the names,
a nameless melancholia crosses a borderland...

Self - immolating silence
softens the pain, an art of solitude...

The eerie exodus of rage
from crashing domes...

No one owned the tears,
a tale of frozen pain...

Rain, come again,
full of promise & truth...