On Collision Course

Satish Verma

No comments. The eagle 
is ready to pounce on 
your future, when you were 
preparing to consume your past. 

Flesh eaters. They are going 
far than far. I wanted 
to do something strange 
and new, for example― 

like destroying myself. Dirty 
thoughts. Always coming with 
new legends. It is a deep 
hole. Cavernous. 

A dark blankness. You 
are not arriving. And then you 
let it go― sensually, facing 
the unknown. An explosion, 

waits for a new birth. A poem!