How Did You Arrive?

Satish Verma

After sitting in dark 
through the black smiles, 
you cannot stand the light. 

The bloodshed, inclusive 
of measuring the purity of intent, 
celebrating the arrival― 

and departure, ignoring the passage. 
The road smells the spot, and feeds the rags. 

These leaps and bounds 
land you at the dead end. No trees 
no leaves. Where you will go now? 

How you hate yourself, now 
beheading the roses. The cloud forest, where 
you will find a new carnivore.