OPTIONS by Satish Verma

Enemy was within; 
invisible, 
biting into iris. 

Sea was asking, 
would you like to sign 
on my waves? 

I was carrying 
the relics. Body wants 
to take revenge. 

Lifting a kiss 
from your lips. 
O my death, 

I am 
living again; 
changing the clothes. 

A swarm of honey bees 
was decending, 
near a volcano.

Satish Verma