WINDOW

Always resentful,

we do not think clean.

No ‘being’ at all, the other, except human flesh;

and jaundiced skin.

 

Withdrawl, self negation, a perpetual obtusity;

dying without death; a daily vision

of misplaced destiny.

Bloodless shadow of stunted life.

 

Cult will breed the filthy laughter

of golden teeth. Grizzly face rule the crowd and

answers locked in the chest

would betray the seeker.

 

Why the ‘nothing’, deserves pain?

Permanent doorkeeping for consciousness?

Irreparable loss of endurance and

exhausting the grace of understanding?

 

Dementia, a complete disaster of last journey,

a trespassing of untitled landscape.

Nowhere to reach, days unnumbered

You count the bars in the window.

 

 

SATISH VERMA