The Quest

The space was widening. Opacity was Being. Antimatter in. You were scared. Why this disintegration? Unthinkable hunger, Incompleteness. Antithesis of universality. My smallness. His greatness. The heat sucks the blooms. Celestial dance of the destroyer begins. The body makes I. Soul is me. The death was climbing up the stairs. Hiding in attic you were singing, refusing to see the visitor, Dismissal of blast. Was a global failure. How many bodies you are going to count? Not enough graves. Mass burial? or descent in tower of silence? The sludge. Delta is disappearing. Nystagmus. No land to build a home. Withdrawal. Poachers are killing the tigers. Claws for power, killer’s strength. A tall tree stands on ridge, meditating. Peacocks are watching. Will be their turn now? Eyes on the plumage. For clarity, vision and wisdom. SATISH VERMA