Revelations

Winter topples the 
sting 
of muddled tongue. 

The bottle 
breaks the stasis 
of eye. 

I cede the smile 
of history. 
Somebody has left the home. 

I become my enemy 
in dark 
for the acid taste of truth. 

The moon 
had the malignant stain. 
My shirt has become dirty. 

O god, 
I never believed in you 
nor in your ugly world!

Satish Verma