Knower Who? Poem by Satish Verma

Behind the veil, the
salt glitters.

My odyssey will never
end.Writing myself off, how
to unknow the known?

Silently I will read your
lips, when the thoughts
sleep. I want to talk by myself.

The unhappiness never
ends. You discover the red ants
creeping under your vest. You
will kill yourself, not the guests.

I turn to inner mystery.
Deep down I had fallen in love
with an exploding bud. Between
the crack of clouds lightening engages
itself like a third eye.
The sparks fly. Ashen gray
a poem turns the side.
A dawn will kiss me in sleep.