Unaging

Listening to the voices of silence―
of beautiful triangles,
plagiarizing the
straight lines from nowhere
I lost my way to
find you.

I don't have numbers
nor zeroes. Only angles
to solve my pathless destiny.

In spiral mysteries,
would you ever climb the
stairs of a minaret, reaching moon?

You wanted a black rose
without barbs.

How does the blood flow without veins
on the cheeks of sun?

A hurt activist
disappears in the clouds
without wings.

Reviews

[Ankita Dwivedi]

I absolutely loved your work ..the questions you have raised and the thoughts you have provoked .We do loose our ways to find people sometimes , we do make bad choices even if we know we are making them and we do dissappear in the world some people create with a simple smile .
love , Ankita