LABYRINTHS

From the ramparts of a castle 
a wallflower jumps. 
A lynch mob discovers a prehistoric sex. 
Silent roots crossing the deniability 
endorse a fluid dynamics 
of a scandal. 

The fascination of a fairy tale makes 
a lover seek the revenge. 
He hates, he strikes, but fails to impress 
the horizon beyond the galaxies. 
Black laughters of fake seers 
make an entry to plunder the stars. 

A tremor in the voice betrays 
the ambushed faith. 
Now where to go, find the peace of death? 
Time’s white hands are snarled in pain; 
cannot write the elegant script 
of surrender.

Satish Verma