ESSENCE

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 defoliation.

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