Satish Verma

Go forth alone, as a beast, 
as a bird, as a fish. 
There were knots in the breast 
to be dissolved. 

Unfrequented, lust brings 
a folded rose. A foeless 
territory to explore the - 
heaven of fingers. 

Beautiful. I like you 
Your smile enters the knife. 
The knife goes into the heart. 
The heart finds an angel. 

Pomegranates. Dark red. 
Oozing on the edges for 
accepting the brunt of 
a corrosive reversal.