TANTALUS

Tonight a dark force enters my room 
I will play with planets to decide 
the course of my destiny. 
A future has been tied to my past. 

Such pain, strange exorcism, the evil spirit 
stains the bed. 
When I squeeze the eyes 
fog deepens. 
It hides the treasure of subtle creation. 

Every thing is turning into black energy 
I stop thinking. 
A pretention of kindness, and monumental grace play 
to stop the suicide after loss of 
standing harvest. 

The hope has been abducted 
for a ransom of a child. 
There is rape of a classical painting. 

Corridors of power resound with promises 
styles smashed, seeds thrown 
randomly on the land of guilt. 
We will wait for the showers to come.

Satish Verma