The whole truth was porus,
a hard punch on my face. We stood...

I woke up clutching the dreams
in deluge of tears...

Defining the borders
with guilds...

Blood was in season,
on your hands...

Blending with the light,
as ancients did...

The ethical dilemma,
and chaste abscenity...

In search of wholeness,
the words sit around me...

We will watch the
sunset in cahoots and...

I wanted you as a grain
not as a straw lover...

Some question?
It always haunted me...

The heritage
went for a sale. A tree...

Becoming musical
at the end time...