satishverma

TERRIFED

Firing of neurons 
accelerates, 
under the weight of ruthless 
originalism. 

A crowd collects the strength of collider 
and starts throwing back 
sparks in dark. 


Each face looks like a spider 
alighted from alienness: 
distills terror. 

The smile 
was a miracle. 
Never materializes 

A prayer time 
for balloons 
ready to commit unforgivable sin, sin.

Satish Verma