In all the flames of fire fume’s left the trace
Into the bluest sea the sky is drowned
The miracles of life can you embrace

From the poem 'Can You Embrace?

Death is buried there into death
Hunger strikes on its own last breath
No spine to shiver, no heart talks
At life’s craving poverty mocks

From the poem 'Exhumation

My pond life with hydra is over; now I’m into the ocean world of poetry to dive deeper..

Written soul is called poetry

Let my toes teach the shore
how to feel a tranquil life
through the wetness of sands

Let my heart latch the door
of blackness, as all my pain
now blue sky understands

I found an empty chair
and sat on it
to find myself even emptier.
I found a broken glass
and looked at it
to see my dissolved face
a little prettier
I found a steep doorway
and entered
in order to close my exit.

From the poem 'Blue Stanzas