First Step of Creativity

When insects were crawling 
dreams had contradictions, 
a sudden dropp in temperature 
brought the quantum touch. 

Ending of the grief 
or grief of ending 
rejected every intact truth 
and death was trailing behind the candle. 

Fear and agony were following 
the footfalls of night 
Blindness was weaving a broken moon. 
The time will not be answerable for any plight. 

Corners of childhood brighten up 
for sweet nothings 
I adore the fallen god, 
he was inhaling the earth.

Satish Verma