Without Bargaining

A view from the cause, alters the landscape in you I surrender to the earth, the roots. Purifying the leaves. I tell myself, this was not me, my music. Still my skin has the tattoos of pandemic deafness. I am breathing through the lips. My attachment to death is a private affair my voice lies in a lake. The butterfly in a womb. the psalms under the rocks. Is it ending of death or death of ending? I go beyond the brink, drop the stone in water. When the moon touches my eyes, like a kiss I start sharing the menu of night. The rimless thoughts are hovering like small birds. I listen to their flappings. Can we live without bargaining? Do you know the price? SATISH VERMA