satishverma

I KNOW ME

It was a freak accident of epithelium 
under anaesthesia. 
You place a window 
on to a hollow brain. 

The money makes the monkey out of you. 
A green light 
blocks the fish, your memory, 
to swim in black thoughts. 

The yellow rose burns 
in your hand. It was beginning of 
a domestic race. The nightmares will 
take care of the sleep.

Satish Verma