Secret Whereabouts

Satish Verma

Deck is empty, today: - 
physics of life unfolds. 

I know you less now, what 
I knew you earlier. 
A cloud city after the collision 
had become distraught, after taking 
a dip in mudslide. 

With chainsaw I am cutting 
myself. Why not to become a fossil 
with imprints of the collapse― 
of our culture and education, in 
coal pits of ancient times? 

The body has hardened, bones 
twisted in agony, I grab the window, 
to pull in the sun. Only 
the eyes will shine in dark.