CELEBRATING DEATH

A spider binds them by rivets of hate.

Terror smashes the implant.

Death keeps the secret of arithmetic.

I am trying to find a name.

 

It was difficult to remain

a true man, with earthly thoughts

and nothing could wipe out the creation

of absurdity.

 

I accept my fault with a nostalgia

for lost innocence.

Night with oozing darkness

strangles me with a powerful lasso.

 

I am sleepwalking on the wall

A smell of burning incense

floats in from the other side

Somebody is celebrating death !

 

  

SATISH VERMA