SMELLS MURDER

a savage desire to severe off 
one’s neck, the song will get a name 
in troubled mind, 
to remove the stain on tongue of black spider, 
you will think again to commit your sleep 
for that beautiful death: 

guess what happens when you come out of the body 
like a blue beam and strike a black hole amidst 
the shining legies, the lines on your hand 
till a different merger when the listening 
was unheard and the body does not talk, 

wolves were coming; no one minds the bullets, 
but sneaking in dark, like paroxysm of sunrealistic 
chorus of mutiny or angles fallen from the sky 
the acid was thrown on the face, of rosy lips 
because they were finding new words.

Satish Verma