Satish Verma

Red horizon― 
had bite-marks 
of setting sun. 

On the table, 
I will place all my oblique wares 
for a change. 

You embrace the strange 
things, horns and all. The 
dissection was accurate. 

A multiplex opens the 
gates for all the 
lipless gods. 

The maddening silence 
of the priest was 

I will not come near the skulls.

allets's picture

I Am Content

To wander around inside your images - Stella