Poetry

When speed overtakes you, incision on
black marble crashes. Before the moonrise
your bygone sister falls in your arms
crying.

Babydeath had jumped from the second
floor to meet the earthquake of icy
forgetfulness in wild fire. A landslide
wanted to know, who was to be blamed?

Wind is split on two counts.One was
the lazy sun and second were the clouds
in absence. An evil eye has a theme of
breeding resentment of withdrawl from a romantic hug.

Tossed in a deathbin, a snail tries to
climb on a hot wall of bonelight.



Satish Verma