When God kings come?
down stealthly...

You wished a
talented end. When you...

Immensity of deviation was exploding.
Abruptly my frail frame collapsed...

Bleak landscape
transcends its shoulders...

There were subtle declines,
still I opted for incompleteness...

Gliding on the clover
you invoke the sky...

When the surveillance increased,
the curtains started...

Hurting myself
in piecemeal to reach...

Talking of existence and being,
amidst chaos and misery...

Something impossible would happen.
Truth was too much to operate...

A surreal religion comes, straight to altar.
The doubts shift, organise the intolerance...

The things which did not brother you,
like crossing the crowd unspoken...