Stone Eyes

Satish Verma

The wayward words 
will not make any difference. 
I am filling the pit 
with singing stones after the assault. 

The killer drip levels the pain. 

Karyons? Will you 
crack the code of downward 
spiral? Nuts. The 
nuclear intimacy goes berserk. 

The nodding consent 
of a fallen star, was ready 
for decapitation. 

Trash. You always return 
to tragedy. Why don't you shut 
the eyes and become a clover?