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

Written soul is called poetry

If lighthouse becomes a burning candle,
flickered upon ocean's insanity.
Your sailing heart there anchors to handle
the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.

tread carefully
into my life, my dear.

the currents
are strong.

you will get lost
in this
warm ocean
of my skin.

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