SMILE BECOMING LARGER

Being was my forte, 
where the words speak no more 
a lifetime of black stillness, 
the sunflowers sleeping. 
The controller and the enquiry 
freeze the ozone. 
I repent again for all the sins of eloquence, 
the rustling of leaves. 

Take care of mood, 
hoarseness and slippery speech 
there is no room for pain. 
A whole tribe of thoughts 
scatters the lines to avoid 
becoming, featureless and nameless. 
Boulders are falling on feathers. 
I am leaning towards eerie winds. 

The other side of the door 
was misty. The kiss of fire. 
Mind wanders aimlessly. 
The destiny breaks the steps 
of sleepwalkers. They are falling in dark, 
towards dark. A moon rides the clouds, 
its smile becoming larger & larger.

Satish Verma