A Love and Hate Story

I was learning, how not to catch you. Called the cloud hugging a hillside. Can you climb on the road ? No , it said, I want to play with the moon. So, this was becoming, without presence. An epiphany ? No it was a crying theme, discovery of the self. When the tremors came, you were flung like a doll, opening the earth one breath long. Swallows were eyeing the sky. • The hollow tree traps the light and sends out the blue pupils of yellow eyes. I am still counting the limbs under the boulders. The landmass was moving asking names. The big vulture was watching the end of the feast, for schizophrenics. A bomb hidden in turban will kill a saint. You say I should call for the girls. Why don’t you wear the skullcap to cover the beautiful mind which will not kiss the fire ? Satish Verma