1
upon utterance
i stepped out of myself :
thereafter emptiness prevails.
2
war
I am the child of armistice.
This sociology,
Why it left you, and,
pushing me in to the war !
Now I burn every day.
Only the flames are different.
3
Death
Your eyes
Used to play with me.
Me on the bed
And, you
Glossy on the wall.
(himanshu)