SPIDER

I was very restless today 
somebody had overplayed the hand 
to grab the absolute. 
Light was searching the earth 
and earth was moving inside me. 

I wanted to pack up and go 
to meet the truth. 
The lips had left their print 
on the empty cups. 
The ragpicker was waiting. 

My toes had met the brutal stones 
of godhood. I was puzzled by new 
methodology to make man free. 
As the grass grows through the carcass 
a cataract is trumpeting blind. 

I was afraid of the huge web. 
The spider was nowhere in sight.

Satish Verma