Unasking

Timeless, the eyes and fractured wisdom, the two of us, extremely prudent, suffering the dislocation of vigilance against wrinkled sin, I am on my own today disconnected to the unearthly rehearsal of breaking the cycle of carbon assimilation in the veins of white lies, of crude bombs, moonbathing we were colloiding in void of consciousness and scattered verses in scriptures remained unsearched; the brutal hierarchy of chromosomes, loud and merciless, in the birth of new settlements, huge ovens for cremations, collecting the golden teeth from the ashes, celebrating the return of blood and death, me, blessing the unborn poem. SATISH VERMA