A Saint Between Us

Folder: 
Satish Verma

He was no longer angry 
writing his own epitaph. 
Fighting a singular brute 
without repeating himself. 

Midnight. Untouchable moon 
drops the ear-ring. 
A mottled face worships 
a ladder expressionlessly. 

A monk walks past an 
oversexed monkey. 
A hidden agenda in end, 
shows a dirty hand. 


You know, I do not want 
to tame an exploding - 
navel. Transfixed I throw 
the bottle in a sea. 

One more parakeet dies 
in my hands. How do I catch 
a flying saucer in the 
alien body.?