Something New

Satish Verma

Would you live without your 
shell, one day? A chasm 
was growing between us. I 
was feeling very aloof. 

Intruding on your private 
grief, sometimes I will 
see the blue veins ascending 
the marbeled thighs. 

Beehive and death, sets 
us apart. Beyond the age 
a sun sinks in crimson glory. 
To bring peace on the spikes of grass. 

The dreams were disappearing. 
The house sits knee deep 
in thoughts. I will be collecting the 
knobs fallen from the doors.

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