INWARD ODYSSEY

Eating fire, but entangled 
in the cobwebs, 
of becoming or not becoming 
a child again; 
in the hollow of a maimed body 
looking beyond the opaque 
hirsutism 
of lies. 

Path leads to inward lake 
where I will meet you 
on the white beach. 
And snap the waves. 

Let the winds blow now 
in reeds, 
between cracked heels.

Satish Verma