Seeking Salvation

I do not want to think.
Don't want to judge. Who am I.
Brooding savagely of death and laughing.

Out of the gloves, the hands
catch the butterflies to write a poem.
The blood dreams. I drop sleep.

Your smile was lethal.
I cannot kiss the moon. It was
cold to receive the hot flame.

Not bothered about philosophical concepts like life death and its aftermath.

There is so much beauty in the world but one is unable to enjoy anything including romance. Seeking way our of this.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003