CONTRAST
Some one was pulling the strings
trembling was all that, hands can
avail, the not coming of sorrow.
Meanwhile I walk
with the fog,
To stay abreast with pain.
The inner dialogue brokers the thaw
seduced like a solid rock
to unroll the secrets.
This was the question of a grouse
for the geometrical designs.
Why not dots? Dots - black and white
A thing is a thing, a boiled syndrome
you may touch it,
weigh it,
or don't feet it at all.
This way or that way
thing becomes nothing.
How everybody is same inside the skin.
No gender,
no color.
Every leaf is green
but every leaf is different.
I watch the words swimming
I watch the words sinking.
SATISH VERMA
