Otherness

Folder: 
Satish Verma

A silent presence 
huddled in the dark corner 
starts a notional dialogue 
with a trust default. 

I intend to proceed to- 
explore the dementia, 
accepting the uncertinity 
of human symbol. 

Snatched by ascending 
tomorrow, you are not yourself 
today, I am not myself, 
clinging to sleeveless death. 

Fear hauls you up on the 
brazen rocks, you stand 
alone in sun to find your toes 
breaking the sound waves.