It was restless mind
and I ask you something...

Washed-up your
facial nuance, like jellyfish...

You were not a god?
in panic, seeking an asylum...

A rose on your name shines,
like a mural painting...

In your painting the
silence of death was very loud...

Belong to yourself in?
green flames and wait for...

After euthanasia,
I was conversing with a ghost...

You evoke the desire.
I break like bougainvillea leaves...

In final journey, there
was a collective guilt...

A very crude question,
I will ask. What kind of...

Again you took a wrong path
to meet the angel...

It was your weapon.
Nobody else would have given in...