Moody Effect

Satish Verma

When you were you, 
me picked up the words- 
you did't say. 
You stir up a verse, 

incendiary enough- 
to start the chakras of sorrow. 

Why to believe in 
reincarnation, when carnations 
in your eyes won't die. 

A bloodbath for 
believing in nothingness- 
of innocence in the folds of time. 

The seeds were in mode 
of dispersal, of hate 
and insults.The crowds were thinning. 

A strange thing was going to happen. 
Dark sky would descend 
randomly to capture the speed.