A Celestial Missive

Satish Verma

One strange movement 
stops. You won't conform 
an angel's thought dream. 
And I will not give in to an epithet 
for paradigm shift. 

Unblinkingly you stare through 
me weighing my 
dewy eyes. They had spilled the ink 
of heart. Subatomically, a mass 
becomes a howl of unheard scream. 

I want you for all the 
pores of my consciousness. On a 
blank paper you will write a betrayal 
of cuckoo. The small songbird 
cries in joy. 

An earthern lamp burns 
tirelessly. I cover the flame with 
my palm to give you a handprint 
of my waist.