Beyond the thoughts,
nothing I mourned...

For feeding a false tree
of life, beheading...

Small things were
witness to genes...

What organicity!
Moon was coming down...

Have not written a single
word today, for you...

Again you made friends, words
wanted to leave the paper blank...

Give me your lips
I have to drink the dark night...

Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that...

How much to live
for you in different ways...

Your poetry was
a hyphenated struggle...

The beast
draws a circle for...

I was tired of
repeating mantras for...