WE WILL SCREAM TOGETHER

Managing his guilts to seduce the nocturnes 
he left the gray area, surging 
with a wandering death on the 
half broken stairs – 
before a closed gate was put on the pages, 
he was trembling like toothed quaking aspen. 

The grief of the scarred face, 
in a serious midnight syndrome of 
invisible slit throat in a long journey manifested 
above the waves. Tree was calling again 
for immoralism of flowers, quashing 
his life. 

The brave violence survives the mutilated 
dreams.For once the mirror has won 
again the onslaught of fingers. 



Satish Verma