Torture

By: Satish Verma

Trajectory of a thought
transcends the enquiry
undoing a delusion
without words.
How troubled earth had been?

Desire was drowned in its own waste
wanted to become a witness to itself.

Was it a contradiction?
Idiocy of a giveaway?
Why the continuity of yes was becoming no?

Baffled by the absurdity
you open the layers of past.
A parable was still haunting.

Becoming an instrument was a torture.
Go your own way.

SATISH VERMA

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