Guiled 'me'...

That is how I injured myself 
desiring the right thing, 
extracting the reason from charity. 
I will now pluck off the rage, the silence, 
the exotica from the frozen valley. 
Words will become my foes swimming in your eyes. 

I was listening to your questions 
without becoming a witness; I was my own answer. 
The time was revengeful. Show was over. 
We were losing the relevance 
and guests had departed. 
We were becoming the walls of a glass house. 

I dread my conscience, a terrible roaring in mind. 
Does not allow me to sleep. Values were insulting me. 
Falling like an old wall-paper; truth went unnoticed. 
Peacocks were dying daily. 
I am going to lose myself in the night 
of a moonless sky.

Satish Verma