Satish Verma

Why did you offer your 
eyes, to a non-victim― 
of invisible violence? 

I broke my silence to― 
become deaf, like an 
ocean under the ice. 

The grainy moon crops 
up in dark matter. The blue 
bomb explodes in your face. 

Blueberries swell on your 
lips, throwing the stains on the― 
mud path between the hills. 

The monk sits for oil― 
bath on burning coals. 
Truth bursts out as dark lies.