Silent dialogues,
had given me
a new lease of life.

The discussion between
two mute observers to explore,
who was animal
and who was god.

Take me once,
I am writing my life story,
standing before a crumbling
wall of weeping stones.

Tilting minarets and
rising domes, under the burning
skies engage me. I just
wanted to be human being.

Who wants to swallow
the flames? On virgin legs
you move to find the absolute truth.

A cold-blooded murder comes in view.
There was no witness.