When the battle lines were drawn,
the only mandate...

Looking at picture
writing on the face, I will...

Time zone had become acidic.
Wear the chador softly...

After land slips it was
most surreal scene. Cadaveric...

The shovel
moves the wet earth...

News runs faster
than the sun. It is...

Nomadic words
do not stay with me...

The prescience
plays a bellwether role...

It comes suddenly like a flash,
in some intimate moment...

In the cavernous mind
a thought becomes...

It was a direct hit,
meeting an immaculate...

The cult moves in
circle. Stargazing...