16 December, 2011

NOTES

The absent moon 
in a tea cup 
without milk. 

Lips reaching moon 
like a reprimand. 
A spider’s kiss. 

Unmothered story, 
contempt untitled: 
Surface-tension. 

The speed of 
space in motion 
like winter smoke. 

The sun 
buried the snow 
in your eyes.

Satish Verma

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