My Opus Was Melting

Satish Verma

I was preparing myself 
for a Socratic dialogue, when 
you come unannounced. 

If lie was the answer, 
then where was the truth. 

Meet me night before 
night with naked names, 
smashing the space and time. 

The invisible particles at last are in view. 
Can you count after the 
trillionth number, eighteenth 
digits and beyond. 

Nothing gives me peace. 
I want to say, I am the God 
to end the discussion. 

That ignites an explosion 
and we begin our journey again.