Step By Step

1
Do not know you yet, after a whole 
life slept with you, O my illusion,
groping and pawing- your
knowledge in vain- still there was
darkness between my fingers- light
streaming out from the nails-

                2

The end of road- in the river,
the iron lace, hiding the math,
when the boat sank, I was 
searching butterflies, it was the
navel, with a stitch on- tattoos
were gone- it was hot, too hot to handle-

                3

Writing poem a day, my ritual 
since last many years- still do 
not find the right words- to convey 
my unspoken hurts, I keep on 
mending the threads, knitting a 
wornout blanket again-


Satish Verma
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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