STARED BLANKLY

We don't want to 
see each other naked. 
with our barbs. 
Seeking the truth outside 
our body was painful 
we don't want to change 
the clouded mirror of water. 
The desires were unlimited 
and restoring the metaphor needed time. 

For contributing for the unbroken becoming. 
I held the water in my palm. 
It dropped like ciphers 
on the hot earth subtracting the charm. 
We knew each other, 
still falling ego was always revengeful. 
My empty hands would seek another title. 

A solitary ingredient made the old song. 
Few will remember the wings and sky. 
The anger's haste had mauled the body. 
Day after day false claims 
were made to regain the soul. 
The search for the sacred 
will remain futile 
I stared blankly.

Satish Verma