Written by: Satish Verma

Night was closing in.
The blind time-
will start eating fire.
A little less than demigods-
they will shuffle on ‘I’ and ‘we’.

An absence-
now speaks, grabbing
the breasts of a nude.
Here lies the god matter:
the lineal descent of creation.

What was holding you
to the unwanted fallout?
The meaning-
of life was same  
as that of death.

A chaos-
will bring the silence of stars.
Let us forget the chest,
till the heart bleeds
and stardust fills your eyes.

Satish Verma