I BEGIN TO THINK

Written by: Satish Verma

Abdicating the shadows;
totemic.
I return back to dig up the buried-
moon from the ruins of poetry.

It benumbs.
No response was coming from
cajoling the black secrets-
of time-cast.

A storm was raging in a pack
of emptiness. Like a dead fly
between the pages of skulls.
I couldn’t find the exact words.

The religion of wish-lists.
Can you find the end of desires ?
From thought to thought-
was there any vision ?



Satish Verma