Struggling with-

a fakir's heart, at random

fall, remembering a reverie

in quest for unstopping

in your home.

It was not a personal

guilt to modify the echoes

to let go the original voice of

the shelter.

Not believing in-

a parasol, I asked the moon,

why the sky was crying?

Walking alone in the

valley of dolls, I

assemble the broken watch

of faultless decisions.

Time was up and you sing

in honey-trap of life.