Satish Verma

This was 
a catastrophic state. 
I had started 
questioning myself. 

The scientia implodes. 
You swallow the pill 
and become fluid. 

A clock stops 
I would be angry, 
if the hands don't catch 
the numbers. 

Ancient pain. 
You open the door 
and light disappears. 

I will draw 
your face on sand 
and then kill 
the wind.