The fear right
below your skin, festers...

Unconsciously?
you take on the impossible...

Life was behaving
strangely. You said I...

Today you are moon,
tomorrow Miranda...

I am trying to do my bit,
nonpareil. A soundproof doer...

Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning...

A fear stalks you
in the dead city of broken paths...

Winter is round the corner.
A single dew drop...

I will write a very
soft poem for you today...

Writing your own elegy in a
blocked artery...

You had dropped
the moon like a burning coal...

The one happening;
which never happned...