Sudden Flurries

Satish Verma

A vinyl god 
hardens. Forsakes affinity. 
I take a dip in tears. 

Rains freeze in 
my turbulent eyes. The mist 
makes you disappear. 

Yes no meanings, 
you will find in the verses. 
Blood drips from the pen. 

A flock of startings 
sits in wait for― 
the sun to rise.