satishverma

FRACTURED TIME

He would set them free, 
words. On cityscape. 
For extended release of connotations. 
Part of him, not his way, 
and become weaponless. 

Once the silence descended, 
nothing was left to be known. 
Between doubt and belief 
anguish was palpable. 
Truth was a capped fossil. 

The rumors and denials 
were similar. Fractured time. 
From lie to lie watercolor ticks the clock, 
fells the tribe of seekers 
and breaks the mirror.

Satish Verma