Levitating In Solitude

Satish Verma

The heartwood had the ingrained 
dream map, to reach the 
divine shape of a solemn god, who 
was guiding the sap. 

One day you would go deep 
in dark, to find your roots 
where tomorrow was conceived. 

And in the ruins, you will 
find the warmth of 
your peers, still walking on the god-particles. 

A religion now takes over 
the mob, ready to plunge into yellow 
sands of dry river. 

The hopes and promises, 
give you a horizon, far away. 
Your want to touch this furnace, 
that brings the burning day of solitude.