UNASKING

Timeless, 
the eyes and fractured wisdom, 
the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering 
the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin, 
I am on my own today 
disconnected to 

the unearthly rehearsal 
of breaking the cycle of carbon assimilation 
in the veins of white lies, of crude bombs, 
moonbathing we were colloiding in void 
of consciousness and scattered verses 
in scriptures remained unsearched; 

the brutal hierarchy of chromosomes, 
loud and merciless, in the birth of new settlements, 
huge ovens for cremations, collecting the golden 
teeth from the ashes, celebrating the 
return of blood and death, me, 
blessing the unborn poem.

Satish Verma