Beauty

In the dust storm
a discarded moon
sat in my lap.

Then internal rhythm
crashed.
Amorphic I would not find the music

of words translated into a kiss.
Gold started weeping
in my hands.

The clouds will rest
after committing a sin,
of letting out the sun.

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Black Roses

BLACK ROSES 15 June 2010

Wading
in your memories.
Through
an orange smoke.

Against
a mirror,
a lake
shrinks.

Days are smaller now
licking
the night
I will count the candles

Of your birthday.
A haunted landscape
scoops a wedding

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Plasma Floats

Like a bikini top
two hills were rising
in a spiral optics. Has

an altruistic vision.
A wildfire erupts between
the thongs of dead.

You have a mobile message
not to praise the sunrise
in the woods.

I am watching the flames
with a fury
of a wounded tiger.

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Unreadable

It was a fake time,
moon will not rise.

Words were afloat
on junk dna.

A stonefaced pseudonym
dies point-blank.

The surprise, the speed
was not on our radar.

The ravenous siblings
now asleep on walls.

Naive or disingenuous.
A sitting Buddha will decide.

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Bread Of A Moon

For little grains of truth,
listening to intuition
he disrobed – and walked into river
to die.

In the footsteps of silence
to eat bread of a moon
facing the onslaughts of life.

Death walks in stealthily,
pays the price of hunger
to the ruins of a fortress.

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Whispering Sparrows

The native walls
were hounding me-

out of game.
I was playing chess with god.

Was stoned to death.
A small boy’s arm

was crushed.
He stole a bread.

What was the truism
of unheard voices?

Groping in green darkness
I was watching

the lethal plunge of man.

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Zero Hour

It was night’s fury
whipping up hysteria
on specks of flames, dancing in pain.

On a heap of ashes
and bones where a child of death
will be born.

Before fading,
moon will kiss the golden thighs
of sun and think aloud
dying shirtless in intimate
ambit of sky.

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Absinthe

I was a non-believer in exodus
of nothingness.
Here you are,
I am.

In crimson sky
talking of nobody, unbuttoning the moon.
Fill up my glass
with tears of joy.

And sleep I must
in the arms of sorrow.
There was a shipwreck in absence
while chasing the eyes.

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Beauty Of Pain

Behind your face
was cleaver
releasing past poem.

The sensual milk
flows from the palm
into your lake.

Grieving for
the torn wings of pink
light.

Cruising on thighs
with eyes closed
death utters a shriek.

The eternal flame
closes on pollen
to tell a lie.

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Recall

The men were pulled out
from homes,
died on road,
burned to bones and ashes.

At the behest of tall,
unforgiving state.

Compulsion of armchair and mansion
distorts, the regrets
of centuries.

The stones,
blameless flowers,
spurting blood
do not recall any God.

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