Weird Enigma

Satish Verma

You have to spell it out. 
Where the sun sets 
in shifting sands? 
Picking up the heart rocks― 
I was learning to 
walk away from undying. 
Who would confuse the 
infinite falls. There was no conclusion. 
Again you come howling, 
waiting for the snowmelt from 
the face. 
The lips become the stones. 
You will not count the peaks. 
Overnight, it has 
turned grey, my red moon. 
I will take hold of the night. 
There was no referral 
of lying truth.