RANDOM BIRTH

A unique, irreverent intruder: 
in my dying dreams, 
of a domain beyond the gifts. 
The corridor was full of 
specters in boiling air. 
The DNA will not cover the naked strands 
of desires. 


Put out to sea, my boat 
in cloud cluster, I will meet 
the eye of cyclone in its full furry. 
The tempest was the moment of truth 
to know the self. One night I will 
become a palm tree wearing the 
mask of history.

Satish Verma