No Immediate Tomorrow

Metamorphosis comes first, 
said the path 
missing the trail of truth. 
Spirituality remained unconnected. 
Cunning lies kept on 
popping up like bush fires. 
Non answering provoked 
a wordless war between tall trees. 

Non sleeping fears 
held the linear perceptions. 
Tirelessly the thoughts mapped 
the doubts and plunged into grief. 
A name was engraved on nevertime tomb. 
Show me your tattooed skin, 
a proof of a dream. 

Don’t push it down, it is always there. 
Your basic fear. 
You want again to cook a slice of past. 
A tragic penetration into darkness. 
There is no immediate tomorrow. 
You are seeking a burning star, 
smacked of revenge.

Satish Verma