satishverma

PIRACY

Otherworldly, tactile retraction 
of rainbows, 
from the eyes of believers. 

Detachment of restless mind 
at twilight, pot starts 
boiling. 

Sundowning, a paranoia 
takes over, you suffer a childhood 
near the pyre. 

Thing is not a thing 
exclusive of an extremist, 
something burns inside me also. 

The age of a tulip 
moves backward; I, untethered, 
float thoughtless in speech.

Satish Verma