My hair is free She is an open statement Reeling on and on Punctuated by none But wildflowers. My hair is free She is a laughing child...

Waiting room They waited It never came It came They never waited. Rapunzel I've let myself loose Let me braid through you. Let all stones...

I came We came And I And we Were confronted. Confronted ,I am, By them By all of us Confused ,I am, By the boundaries Flickering on and...

Elevators elevated me To the satin wrapped shithole Yes, it's a hole of Gold-glided shit Gold, gold everywhere It is an omnipresent god...

Roots ran deep At the front of the satin-engulfed staged Invisible, bifurcations Nodding at each other In the breeze of history Now, at...

Nuggets Little epicenters of friendships Sending back and forth Their sounds, their waves , their presence Words crunched into my ears...

I leap, in determination To reach the tip of perfection The tip of the pencil Accelerate Amid the snow of the paper Colliding, converging...

My mind sinks Yet, my emotions flit They flip They flap A scant scent of joy, I've sensed And I dive And I drive Into the magical unknown...

Life is a dome The stone ceiling hovers Above us, our coffee cup, and our books And lights fed by electricity Misinterpreted as stars...

Beauty in its fluidity And fidelity, perhaps Streamed across the pink veins Of her lovely cheeks. Her skirts were laced with Vermillion...

My world is a room And its windows Gloom Someone is smoking, No; I think it's absence; absence of The sun, the moon, And all that shine;...

Nature Does not exist In semicolons In coiffured perfection Of an opera singer's eyelashes It does not exist In gold-bordered...

Drops fall one by one From the drooping eaves of Banyan Moss cushions the stones. Cheeky chirping of birds Soaks the rainwashed morning...

Amid the languid rains of this grey day The rotten flesh of history springs to life Soaked wet with pungence of forgotten deaths The...

White tiles, white clouds A morning blinded by whites No snow, just sun And a random splatter of gold Against deliberately golden...

Prayer A river runs On the chalky quartz field Through Hintha Pyada Through trembling flakes of gold Through silver clouds of incense...

Mice weave through ditches Cars weave through roads People weave through streets The breeze weaves through concrete Birds weave through...

The soil is history Granulated. The sky is history Aerated. The sea is history Hydrated. The wind is history Orchestrated. The stars are...

I touched it: plastic A shining streak of gold Pierced my weak eyes Black, white, Midnight, moon, Vocabularies thrusted upon me Rhetoric...

The sky is bleeding silver Needles pierce the monsoon gloom While the sky screams in pain A dull scream Oozes out From its celestial...