ALWAYS

How will you carry the mount of tears 
in the vally of temples? Kites flowing 
in sky of beings-egos-denials and 
repeals. 

Smiling at pain I unspeak to a keeper 
of cage, under the shadow of golden 
roses, walking with blue eyes of private 
hymns. 

I craved and dispossessed myself in the 
rainy convulsions. The stupidity of 
invoking rainbows. In tall grasses 
the eyes were looking for the brazen 
clouds. 

And I am arrived today at the quirky 
revealation to exist or not to 
exist amids the crouching facts, trees 
down shedding the arms and legs 
always.

Satish Verma