SPIRAL DESCENT

Where the laughter ends, 
sorrow makes an entry. 
The black cloud drifts towards you, 
a gift of unknown to nameless. 
The sacred bond of blissful ignorance. 
I remember that I am still alive today, 
my friends are gone. 
I see a light on the hill. 

So beautiful in its death, 
a song lies on my lips 
I face the world 
with a wound in my eyes. 
Space of many years 
between me & my defeat. 
Time has not come for farewell. 
Cannot afford the luxury 
of breaking down & then disintegrate. 

Alone I watch you in fascination, 
the slow spiral descent. 
My watch stops again & again. 
Suddenly I start speaking the truth 
about the deception & the lacerating wounds. 
There is a longing for a frozen moon 
and a melody melting in the air.

Satish Verma