My Diary

Unthinkable. 
Lithograph of a malaise. 
I cannot talk. 

Will you abandon the thought 
and care about 
the drowning dawn? 

The bandaged ego 
of the book 
threatens the reader. 

Come and solve 
the puzzle 
of poetry. 

Everything was quiet 
except 
the pulsating heart. 


I will. 
I will not scream.

Satish Verma