Sky weeps, I was collecting clouds
from stillness of the sea...

Right on top, you were inching slowly.
United in hate...

For the fusion of minds
let the long vigil of night begin...

For death of conflicts,
and conflicts of death...

In situ,
a pod holds a promise...

Last night
moon was following me...

Night was descending
on the tonsured heads...

The twisted moon
moved horizontally...

One day you will arrive.
Night will enter in your pores...

Trapped in your body
a city starts...

Fear of a mound,
tumbling down...

Will you walk with me
on the banks of a silent and invisible river...