After The Eyebath

In absence of words,
the silence rules. Dying
color of moon conceives
a sun.

There was a subtle
hint of constancy. You will
say something unsaying
to retrieve the blame.

In word war, nobody
wins. A blue stain was
spreading for reconciliation.
There will be no more hunting.

Like a small lake
enters in your eyes. You
start swimming along
the swans.

Stunned butterflies
lie under the paper weights.
There was no argument
between the hunter and hunted.

Satish Verma