I Was Always Angry

Whole world hides in your liquid eyes, I need to return to my consciousness, to change my verse. The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words sitting on the edge, of a meaning I write a new song. Discovering your forgotten self, was a pain, I always avoided. Years touched me softly, on the temples in vain. Dumb I was with grief, threading a pile of memories, to know my other self. Somewhere a god smiles on me. God of my mud & water, wide open like a father, who never died. The moon slaughters my clouds. I was always angry, with my odd appearance. SATISH VERMA