DEAF CITY

We cannot think alike, 
and we cannot listen together. 
The words change the colours 
and the colours let go their charm. 
A billowing smoke 
fills the space between us. 
We are searching 
our destinies amidst the ruins 
and life hangs like an empty frame. 

The jaundiced view, 
mars the beauty of cognition. 
I stick to my long path, 
though journey is tough. 
The immaculate space fills my lungs. 
I feel the thick, stellar thoughts 
and climb over the contradictions. 
Balance breaks, becomes the faint window. 

The disorder lies within. 
Green moments evaporate 
I wither up in veins. 
Heart misses the beat. 
Standing in dark I hear 
the sounds of a deaf city. 
My eyes search, 
the letterprint of a tranquil childhood.

Satish Verma