Like woodpecker
someone knocks at door...

I allowed you to tread on me unflinchingly.
My mind on pause...

A hoot at midnight
goes challenging the deaf...

While I limp,
a schizo runs parallel with the moon...

A primordial fear takes over.
These pathways are not reaching anywhere...

Ugliness in pink flakes
elopes with a terrorist...

It should not have come early;
the death, had insulted the terrible suffering...

The reflection was never
complete...

The show is on.
Sedition will play with death now...

When you try to find fire
in edifice of whispers...

When you were talking about purity of
Platelets...

In the untouchable dream,
night floats tugging at my sleeve...