Going out
going in...

My heart is a
magic peregrine bird...

On and on forever
the perfection lost...

Surviving the day
the new blossom is ought to...

Throat of an Hourglass
Such inverse efficacy...

Life is a case of watercolour,
caterpillars relinquishing being crawlers...

_To those who have a soul_
The shrine of loneliness musing...

No gender, no male and female.
You’re dissolving in me and I in you...

Life is a portrait
that we draw of ourselves while...

Waltzing
we poured...

In mercantile lives
love is the most bankrupting...

They all celebrate the sacrificial offering of...
The ceremony of the gore...