Ah, the statecraft of
present times, was becoming...

A sacred lotus emerges
from the navel, while you rest...

How we had started
hiding from each other, your...

It was a broken lamp,
the orphean tragedy...

Entering into hypersonic gridlock
you become one of the crowd...

Again a forest
walks, wounded and broke...

Night was pregnant
with the moon...

When I touched your pshyche,
my completeness wavered...

You were not normal.
Relentlessly you were trying...

Life gives you a sudden shock,
with ugly scars of mutilated truth...

A conspiracy of the sort.
This is what I wanted...

You walked with me
when it was pitch-dark...