Beyond The Stars

Satish Verma

Coming from the dark― 
to deceptive bloodletting. 
The light was my father. 

That eternal moment 
of pine cone― 
to become the third eye. 

The ancient memory 
becomes vandalized. I 
still treat it with respect. 

The unclaimed truth was 
yours. I wanted to retrieve 
the spoken word. 

Incongruously brazen 
was your thrust, exhorting 
me to drown.