Stray Colors

Now burns the stillness of thoughts. Be my enemy. Ants are running out of the eye. Nightmares: I am collecting the ashes from the burning ghats. The steps to the lake are disappearing in the blood of moon. The dogs- are carrying away a half-burnt leg. It stinks stinks the whole river, all night all day. Don’t shut the window I am crying. • Tin man was walking on the sea of words. He did not want to utter F………out. The hirsute triangle pops up, every time you close your eyes. All night he was dreaming he had become inert, like a corpse. Can you start a salvage chemo ? So that I can levitate in emptiness and meet my arithmetic midway like cherry blossom falling, yet not falling. You will never understand me. I was waiting for the night beyond the sky beyond the stars. • The stigma the style. No pollen wants to land on your cherry Stainless shirt waves a white flag to stop the war. I am not a cherry picker in a moonlit night undressing the smile. It is for you, the next life a little wee if I don’t come back from the sea of carnage pure as a fish. Satish Verma