To the SS What do we call love? We would call love war Because our passions raw, We would call love friends,

As i have reached the town, The town which i thought never exi… The town; where two blocks are dro… The town; where more stoned-houses… And astonish sights of lands, lake…

I can play Different roles But there have To be no rules Or tears because

There is this thing It frightens me and Scary at the same time, They are tiny voices Very small but weirdly

Now, have you seen? The black mane of a dark horse As it slithers and kiss the marble… Now the whore petticoat, cloaks an… On a starry night whispers its oat

The journey yet so far I have walked the walk covered in a grimy sun dust Beaten by avalanche of rain But the journey yet seems soothing…

The beautiful frame hung on the wa… With dust and dark paintings i rec… O, bring a white wipe So i can clean off the sadness bef… The teardrops of the picture in th…

Revisited I am revisiting my younger mind, A mind of an old warrior holding o… Spares and arrows, A mind of many endured monks chant…

Is this life I seek Is this purity I recall Is this love I felt Is this death I ordered And If i could write them all,

Love me with no range; and never p… Through me, love me like a gate an… Cease to open me, love me like a m… Same and exact with no compromise. Love me peacefully like bodies dro…

I am done losing my sense to tired… Bidding my streak with holliness, Conversing to the dawn in nakednes… Muting my ever so gracious talent In every nightfall,

I do not write my poetry for no-on… And every dawn, i do not reason wh… —On about mystic my work chaperon… Mystic is me but with more time yo… You will break the mystery and lea…

You are beautiful Regardless of what Beauty means.