LIPS WILL MEASURE

A perfect solution 
was never found. The question 
remained unanswered beyond 
the skin. Stripped to the bone. 
afraid of future, 
you cannot invite the ending 
and present will not continue 
indefinetly. Unabated, 
over and over again, 
you hit the trail to drink the sun. 


Pain and sorrow, hurts and grief, 
is prescribed fear of unknown. 
In the dark tunnel, 
your numb limbs 
search for an explanation. 
The dialogues with stones 
do not bring comparison. 
You should remember your name. 
The lips will measure the time. 


Movement of fear begging 
for unbuckling the dark 
was like a calculated risk to alalyze 
the wolf’s intentions. 
They are hovering like inhuman 
crimes. A potent hunger 
walks out of the kitchen, 
gouges out the peacock’s eyes. 
Now rains will not come.

Satish Verma