satishverma

HEALED LANDSCAPE

An unusual melody, 
a reticent antiquarian 
I will wear my galloping age 
with your dark eyes. 

The lines were drawn 
in the crocus fields. 
We were fighting for the wild 
immitative geckoes. 

A toad stumbles out from the eyelids 
of a zero hour. You will not 
touch the counterfeit of questions 
thrown at the meadows. 

Evening of life celebrates 
the failures. In the beginning 
there were no lights. 
End came with a red moon.

Satish Verma