A KISS MELTS

Turning me blue 
blithe thoughts had come like snakes 
wriggling, biting, leaving tooth marks. 
I remained holding a dew drop 
on the blade of grass. 

Essence was untouched. 
Night will change its dialect 
after a casual death. 

I contrive no more assemblage. 
No condolence for the razed home. 
The flames will leap again from words 
to describe the inspiration, as the 
sprouts break the earth. 

When the logic ends 
a kiss melts on the lips of fire. 
The rainbow pierces the clouds 
At the interface of sky.

Satish Verma