SANTHARA *

When honeycomb started dripping, 
he stopped eating and climbed a sand dune 
for the last journey.Pall-bearers were ready 
for blunt futurism ceding to a deliberate defeat. 

Hunger was his turbulent empire, resting 
his hands on the shoulders of rocked time 
for the purification of greed and spurting desires. 
His only mechanical aid was his pen. 

Into the half century of geckoes getting rid 
of tails when a monkey was found in the stomach 
of a croc.Toons themselves spread out mocking 
the winter of hexagonal windows. Grey birds 

started melting on the burnt-out grasses. 
Lions walked on identical twins of nudes. 
A wet kiss of death ensured the beautiful 
ceasation. Yellow roses opened the frigid body. 



* A soulful ritual of Jainism when a person seeks death voluntarily and stops 
eating and drinking.

Satish Verma