CRISSCROSS

When speed overtakes you, incision on 
black marble crashes. Before the moonrise 
your bygone sister falls in your arms 
crying. 

Babydeath had jumped from the second 
floor to meet the earthquake of icy 
forgetfulness in wild fire. A landslide 
wanted to know, who was to be blamed? 

Wind is split on two counts.One was 
the lazy sun and second were the clouds 
in absence. An evil eye has a theme of 
breeding resentment of withdrawl from a romantic hug. 

Tossed in a deathbin, a snail tries to 
climb on a hot wall of bonelight. 


Satish Verma