Poetry

That elusive answer 
which ricocheted to land 
in a bush, throws you in tizzy. 
Are you sure, you want 
to hurl more questions? 
 
This was a qualified Higg’s 
boson, which bowed out 
from the race of God’s creation 
to become invisible. 
 
A gecko climbs on the wall 
shutting the soul. The huge crowd 
was pushing the chariot, addressing 
the shadows behind the glass. The 
featureless becomes untouchable. 
 
A moon beam glides on the carpet. 
Priest will go to sleep.