Clawing Night

The waves crash at your threshold. You had given me lot of tears: I was dying in me- in veiled existence. I want to hear me loudly; my secret coming, across the book in black box. The androgynous deity limping back to shore. The claws, gnawing, stretching, giving arterial push to the dead thighs of ailing planet. First purple, then black gangrene appears on the toes. Chase of wealthy robes, spilling of sperms for sake of virility. The slicing of time gives dividend to survivors. SATISH VERMA