IT IS TOO DARK

Forgetting the ultimate name 
of clean truth 
the essence of time latched on to the dangerous arguments. 
Something went wrong. 
I watched the foot crumbling, 
everything was moving towards dark.

I wiped the magnifying glass 
to witness the hunger 
of everyday life, 
blue veins of the shriveled legs. 
Sinking deep in smeared eyes, 
a panic leaps. 
Nothingness to nothingness, 
I could not use any syntax. 

Repeating same sentences, 
you are lost in labyrinth stabbing the walls. 
Sunset will send 
the blurred sparrows to home. 
Antiquity will become a burden. 
I am restless, a candle must be lighted, 
It is too dark.

Satish Verma