Red Light

Satish Verma

A maverick― 
neither tears, nor scabs 
I wanted to cheat myself. 

Confection may go awry. 
I prepare the new text 
of wearing the pain. 

I want you to stay 
beside me, when I am unseated― 
holding the clouds. 

Discarding golden viscera. 
This was my last journey 
for taking revenge. 

Undulation over. There 
will be a vertical 
drop on the nails. 

On the black stones a fig tree wavers.