Lashing Out

Satish Verma

Lying in congealed blood. 
You cannot wipe off the stigma. 
Moon still shines. 

A blitz sends a chilling 
message. It is what 
it was not. 

The narcissism was on 
rise. The center was always 
in you, falling in love. 

Perfectly in disharmony. 
A snake eating itself 
in great joy. Do you? 

Just walk with me. 
Don't say anything. We will 
enter the black hole together.