FAINT WRITING

You wanted to live 
inside a shell 
and step outside, in 
a bowl of habits, sometimes, 
nudging accumulated sins 
to offset the aftershocks. 
Tsunami is here to stay. 

The crowd was swelling 
lured by candles on the sea. 
Each candle for one living grave 
carried by each person on the head, 
for the raging waves of life. 
In one minute you will become a shadow 
of long legs.

Satish Verma