Till last moment, life can produce a meaning.
Of sky, stars and space between darkness and...

Walk with me, till moon rises
on the griefs of the dark...

The dazzling star
went through me...

The evening wind tapped me on the shoulder
gently and said...

Small things were
witness to genes...

One final leap
from high solitude...

Sometimes I will interplay
the secrets...

Your gifts, I do not want to keep.
Shapeless doves on the grass...

The valley holds on, to murder
of moon, behind the trees...

Wages
of alienation...

You asked for an explanation
for a flame. A bat...

To search you
I am burning my wheels...