by : Satish Verma

Secret death of questioning ghost,
isolation:
I was trying to hide behind sentiments.
For wholeness?
Walking backward
learning the art
to leave at right time.
Escape defoliati on.
My inner green.

A half-moon entangles in your hair,
a faraway look in blank eyes
speaks for eloquent silence.

Who are you?
getting arrested by darkness again.
Flame, only blue flame burns alone.
Despair of essence.

SATISH VERMA