satishverma

INVERTED BODY

Ending of day was beginning, 
of a terrible awakening 
when you started filling, 
in the gap between the lies. 
Truth aborts every time 
we conceive a bright idea. 
Somebody takes a shot 
at you to kill the name. 
Small birds twitter away, 
the hopeless light. 

Every day you destroy, 
a part of yourself, concealing the light. 
Lava flows in your eyes, scarring 
the profile of mind, which was not stationary. 
Confession was out of question. 
Private feeling hooked you, 
to a perfect kiss of fate. 
Hugging the wisdom, you started a laugh. 

From great heights you, 
fall slowly, crumbling 
I am on the bank of a stream, 
identifying the inverted body. 
From action to action, 
there was no peace. 
I tried to sort out the wearing down of life. 
After all, the narration 
cannot deliver the meaning of death.

Satish Verma