Convolutions

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Unhinged 
in final descent. 

A distrust starts 
the speechless howling. 

The veiled threat 
to lock the door 
and see the other world. 

II 

Unmarried― the pears 
will not ripen. 

Sense of persecution 
haunts. 

The doves fly away 
you wrote your name on the wings.