MUM IS THE WORD...

When I started seeing you, needs were 
accumulating. A great paradox. 
The price is high for stoicism. 
My inner life gets battering 
Give me something to think of escape. 

It was not a deliverance. I was learning 
daily from the elixirs, a prudent toxin. 
The other story is simple. It was the game of 
enchanting annihilation. 

Miracles sometimes suffer in the hands of 
ordinary. The scales start tilting. No body 
stops for you. Grief becomes your partner, 
Silence in your bed. 

The silence is ultimately the moment of 
truth. Truth erases the lie and seals a 
kiss of death.

Satish Verma