Moaning Chimneys

Satish Verma

There was no rationale 
of jinxed proxy. Let me sort 
out the gifts of a no god. 

You want to initialize me 
in forgetting you. Was it so 
simple standing under the rains? 

Who were you in 
my nest, divorced from the 
silence of the aches? 

The door will not open now for 
the moon to walk in for a tender kiss. 

This soil, the grief 
the stairs I am going to throw 
your malignant civilization. 

Start respecting yourself now. 
I will come to pick 
up my virginity. 

You do not know, what was 
behind this inertia.