Landscape

my desire, moves in a sky of principles makes a perfect landing this was the place this was the name my god, I have not reached anywhere the words float in air hissing reverberates now you can talk, without tongue the eye, looks past you, a single red flame, going straight into heart the end, comes steaming, of a sheer delight moon was lying bleeding • the thread breaks it was neither beginning nor end body floats between earth and clouds no perception, no awareness I may be moving or static suspension of eyes in a tube the sky breaks this is a path between hills I may stop or play with death effortlessly sometimes you don’t want any mercy no benign or malignant tumor which can halt the steep decline the thought breaks you are listening a new story only ladder will climb to palace there is no traveler, no caravan the truth about the truth was false only a wooly rhino buried under the snow was true • I take you between the veils the shadows are chasing us the rains will wash the sins the bleeding must stop every exit was red guns are loud, and sun was in hiding can you read me ? I am tired want to write a poem on my palm can see it again and again in dark Satish Verma