A black butterfly
sprinkling the dust of its flutter...

I was tiptoeing on the bough of a bird’s elation...
As much as the bird was clinging onto my finger...

Birds are as free as
they are trapped in between the...

These gaudy people,
they all are nothing but ears...

Whiteness in my heart
I avalanche from winter...

Don't leave her.
Separation is not freedom...

Ticktock-ticktock
thus said the mockingbird of a clock...

~~revised~~
"I love you for all the women I have not known...

Life means the amnesia of death,
the amnesia of existence of the death...

They pet wolves like lambs
out of cowardice, and then...

I have always wondered
what that kid with profound shine in his eyes...

Our conscience is the
very presence of others...