Strange Journey

Satish Verma

In-between the spaces 
body moves 
untouching you. 

A poem crashes 
on the tongue. You 
will not confess. 

The wordless thoughts 
swim like swans 

Unreaching the abode, 
you will invent a god 
for a knifed boat. 

The sea is turbulent, 
you will still sail, 
not to reach anywhere.