Shadows

A raw feeling. I am still naked under my skin, from riches to rags. A catharsis. The tears don’t wear the faces. It was a life time journey. You reach back to point zero, from where you had started. The filth, the dirt. The selling of a religion, were still there. My committments tend to fail. I scramble to swallow the crash, the withered- spaces. A baby lost in the jungle of holy books. Your name is no more your own. You become anonymous. You never threw the stone. A riot has started in proxy. Satish Verma