Sometimes I rebuke consciousness
when drinking from any falling star
or any stray
my body water increased continuously
and I like to fall
I just keep silent
silence is a way of clearing
albeit in more or less
I see so many eager eyes are
the Gods … homeless
untouched by any hand of man still
have become too meek and boring
dogs kept
well heated homes
the forehead skin
now
torrential rains
is the time to remove my neurons
and to carefully spread
as to rotate around me
until you hear the first cry in the sky …