The insider,
of a windowless room...

A dimpled moon
crosses your path. The surred...

While melting-down he was going to cheat
the death. So be it, bribing the inevitable...

Black emptiness.
Death opens like a flower...

Art of dying
comes, after...

Weeping asokas were talking.
Only THE Plato will tell...

Drunk with pride
the streets are bursting...

A sage plant scrambles for the
mob, walking out of bed...

A gem cutter
takes a pause...

There was too much, violence in the
house. I walk through the pathways...

The animal thing inside:
My half-brother...

A dialogue with fear,
to end the thought...