Poetry

A pinch of moon 
in the glass of my wine. 
 
I was looking at xerophytes 
in timeless zone. 
 
Like vampire bats hanging 
down from a branch, till eternity. 
 
What a tenacity, I would say. 
The world was not going to end. 
 
I would also not like the continuity 
of any drift or agitation. 
 
You make the water silted. 
Truth of baby innocense─ 
 
takes birth again and again 
even the dark energy or 
 
dark matter overwhelms.