THE NATURE

Unmaking the bond
between cause and effect.
You start throwing stones
as a mark of intimacy.

Ipomea:
You wanted to learn the
art of blooming silently
at dawn.

Huddled like solar flares
before colliding with
a drift, you wanted me to live
for eternity.

Watching sperm dance
without tails
in bell jar.

It was barely visible.
Cultivating a digital entry.
This was becoming
a terror-haven.

Satish Verma