The knife peels off
the silence.
Colours were very shrewd.
*
Tonight I want to sleep
open-eyed, to keep a
vigil on shooting stars.
*
The wood god
had no limbs. Only jewels
were used as prostheses.
Satish Verma
Categories:
prostheses, art,
Form: ABC
It’s not fair how the heart fails
to completely heal, no matter
friendly medicines proffered,
prostheses patiently plugged,
eventual atrophied acceptance;
memories fade away, like streams
joining a river, but not to wash away
they just become part of the ocean.
Categories:
prostheses, heart, pain,
Form: Free verse