Pure Mundanity

Satish Verma

It should not have happened. 
But it has. For a god 
of dreams, there was 
no paradise. 

You had become an alien 
to your body. Split scenarios. 
A fight going on― 
between two selves. 

Every morn, a shock comes, 
a revelation pops up. You 
fall, a victim of civil war― 
in surprise. 

The headlights on, you 
were driving straight into 
the bright sun to burn 
your wings.