Night comes like a
black dog...

It was blue and
red. The rape...

Wearing leaves, one
by one, I become a bo tree...

What was the idea of charity,
when you were hiding...

A long night?
unending was...

My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons...

You were my mistake, O god
The road doesn't open now...

Poetry stares, unblinkingly,
in dilemma...

I tossed back the hot questions
before searching the answer...

The eerie exodus of rage
from crashing domes...

The pungent smell of dry
smoldering leaves, greet you...

To save the last bruise,
after an encounter with...