satishverma

RAGS AND RICHES

Deep blue, almost black, 
sadness. 
Being, 
my ache of existence. 

Eyes, no body in focus. 
A grey cloud 
rowing the moon 
amidst red stars. 

Bronzed tongue 
digs the spirit 
out of flesh 
behind the shadows. 

Alone me 
in unlived house of rags, 
looking beyond the walls 
other side of tomorrow.

Satish Verma