Blind Swings

Folder: 
Satish Verma

gradients 
vivid, humbling 
I was collecting a bit of myself 

reading anatomy 
of animality 
spawning the hidden eggs 

flecks of echos scarring: 
reconnecting to starry night 
I could not hold my enrged otherself 

and the homely smell of gunshots 
orchestrated to send a message of 
mayhem – for optic illusion 

the reptiles have broken 
the law for an oceanic boat 
collecting the golden fish 

on the burning ghats, streetscape 
full of falling leaves and 
bloody wings of black crows