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This is a reckless ride into the star, a venture into a no man’s land. Some poems whisper the language of wind on grass and some about the shattered epiphany. While one points towards the withering Mona Lisa waiting in the corner, the other shows a series of oxidized dreams. These poems are a spiral staircase towards the dancing civilisation and marooned spring. They let nude mysteries retrace the divine and sing the psalm of lasting thrills, of fractured fidelity, and of decaying delicacy. Words are loaded with vision to look at the world, afresh. They interweave dope along with desire and lead the readers to oblivion.