On the Sajek Valley

On the spike peak of the dark hill there is no wall but the dim clouds scream with the thunders; there is no tears but the pale sky weeps with the ruby dusk whispering I'm Stranded cottage on the Sajek valley coconut water in the wine bottle on the tattered table confined with the spider net and the kerosene lamp on the falling way of dousing with my sigh Crickets are busy with jazz sounds in the deep solitary bush; no hiss, hiss but the snake wandering beside the window sill on the moonless ethereal night where the benumbed veins reign Lost I'm myself in the abyss lane of the blind sky eyes where the lizard eyes are the death angel and the dumb is burst sounds of at hand death of brave sense, where the thirst is quenched elixir of breath No verse of beliefs, no holy verse came to rescue the heartbeats, the gigantic teeth of the silhouette stung the nerves of the living dream and I'm carried by the sunny bier where my awakens fired the nightmare March 23, 2023 © Mahtab Bangalee