There was no ending
of questions...

When the curtain falls, the puzzled instinct
inherits the confusion of clouds. The beleaguered...

Like tussoh, I collect snow
after the blizzard, churning...

I will not understand
the gift of hurting...

Predicted to fall.
Man battling against his...

I am talking to me
in a muffled tone...

For the sake of lake, I climbed
on the weeping hills...

In grey zone of life
I find you under bodhi tree...

Will you wait for me
till the moon parts the clouds...

1.
Memories on edge...

Everytime you discover
a new black hole...

Intercepting the random
poems, pick not...