On The Brink

I was trying to communicate
the poverty of words.
We were moving in circles.
Dark figures-
afraid of each other.

What was a shame -
in restraints
of narcissism? You are
not going to take a dip
in opaque waters.

A conceptual withdrawl
from the acrimony of hills.
Night was very cool but
moon will not come down
and grass will not go up.

I will never be generous
in jokes of a monstrous
nose. The stink was awful
but roses were white and
the meaning had no confines.

Satish Verma