In Rebellion

Satish Verma

I am nudged to shift 
the centre of gravity. 

The flames are touching 
both of us. A civilized frisking 
to unmask the secret. 

I look at the dark 
sky to plant the stars. 
Unreached and unreachable 
were you― in the carnival. 

A creepy night nods. 
I must wait for your zodiac 
to blink and release the 
incense of dew drops. 

There was no destination. 
I am a surfer, will not skirt 
a thunderbolt. 

Blood stains will appear later.