Written by: Satish Verma

Perpetual stasis
in blank stares.
Who was yawning to moon ?

Balmy night will unlock
the secrets of graphic images.
Life casts a spell on you.

Like a round worm 
in search of a ceramic cow.
Let me mix the money with fame.

The unfelt pleasure
of a crooked script –
in twilight zone. Every person

was wearing a cloud. Deftly
you break the urn of ashes
to find the stolen eyes.

Satish Verma