Fading Faces

Satish Verma

Widening the scope 
you want to remain 
at center stage. 

Thinking starts, battling 
the ghosts. Doubt remains alive. 

A broken beer bottle, at your throat. 
You suffer the fall 
of humankind. 

The acid burns. You wire the 
clouds. Tears will not flow. 
This is not the end. 

Turn the page. Why you 
need the signs? 

Those pale, staring eyes, unclosed. 
Not sufficient? 
Can you read the red line? 

Was it not an oblique cut, 
where the sand was lifted?