Smile Becoming Larger

Being was my forte, where the words speak no more a lifetime of black stillness, the sunflowers sleeping. The controller and the enquiry freeze the ozone. I repent again for all the sins of eloquence, the rustling of leaves. Take care of mood, hoarseness and slippery speech there is no room for pain. A whole tribe of thoughts scatters the lines to avoid becoming, featureless and nameless. Boulders are falling on feathers. I am leaning towards eerie winds. The other side of the door was misty. The kiss of fire. Mind wanders aimlessly. The destiny breaks the steps of sleepwalkers. They are falling in dark, towards dark. A moon rides the clouds, its smile becoming larger & larger. SATISH VERMA