QUEST

Slicing the red velvet 
not drawing blood with your nails 
you walk 
on the body of compromise 
kissing the fleece of death. 

Untitled, 
larger than life 
unpresent, missed moments would take 
the revenge from no thing. 
The violence will end in a lake of tears. 

The golden stick. 
It was the hard bone which engaged 
the furious beast in drowning boat. 
Learning from dimension of pain 
you draw a circle around you.

Satish Verma