Nailed

eyes will chew the words i will not see all day along, do you hear my thoughts in the icicles of flames, my bones jutting out of knuckles, i will go to memory lane once again : where the stale smell of yellow pages throws up invisible thighs groping for support climbing in vain, half moon floating on lake of tears in fire of dark night – drenched, he was escaping without legs in white darkness of unaddressed pain, sorrow of locked shame ….. victim of blisters on blasting flesh, knees give way, what was the date of surrender, i was meditating on the ashes of serpents beneath the ocean of protests in voyage of solitude, as your lips quiver in resilience of benign submission SATISH VERMA