CHEMISTRY

In twilight of pain 
I blink for a dot 
to punctuate the intelligence. 

My incoherence brings the unseen. 
I stay at a vowel 
to see the truth. 

Immenseness versus depth, 
in shoals of turbulent life. 
Where do I hide my vessel? 

A lure of the exotic death 
does not bring the peach color 
to reveal the light on earth. 

An inverted blankness prints 
the words of green bruises, 
where the falls meet.

Satish Verma