When The Ghosts Walk

Satish Verma

A mystical dialogue 
in swirls- 
to drown you. 

Blank pages draw you 
for a suicide, without 
moving your bones. 

A thin worded threat 
to conceive a sculpted 
dream, deranging 
your sea of 

No dissecting table 
you need to solve the death. 
All the arguments are tilted. 
You will rig the answers. 

They will come 
in bunches, to beat you. 
You will not hear or see anything.