Spinning A Charm

Something crazy you have done.
Started hunting me.

A visual dilemma.
Half a loaf was not sufficient,
for the hungry ears.

Nonviolently, it was in the blood.
A serial killer wants a game daily.

Fidelity was very evident. Someone
waits for the moon, every night
standing in water.

As a conduit by a thrifty wind,
your message comes voicelessly.

Absently you weigh heavy,
like a smoke ring, through which
a flame went.

Satish Verma