Evening Smoke

Satish Verma

It was like a combat 
exercise at sunset. 

I won't call any deity 
for my prayers, 
and expect to survive 
the blasphemy. 

No, there was no carnality. 
How could you take 
your own creation? 
An affair with your own shadow? 

You always loved the 
hidden meanings, 
unstitching the wounds. 

Seeking an endless 
peace for a pilgrim, climbing 
a river of quivering eyes. 

A tongueless marionette 
does not need the strings. 
The Barbie doll may not crumble one day.