It hurts me, my poems
when you don't come in dreams...

You always tried
to conceal the imperfect...

Your lips go dry, when
body twirls to catch a kiss...

No ceremony. I
will walk out from the star...

You bend like an
ocean to catch the moon...

Deep within, you
wanted to know earnestly, why...

No more I will
confront you in rain after...

Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You...

Like a stingray
you hurt. My chest heaves...

Still I am looking
at the path, from where you...

You failed me.
O god, your shadow one day...

Will mediation
work? I don't know...