TALKING TO A FRIEND

Living between the deaths 
as a witness 
to a silence between the words. 

Leaves had fallen: 
yet a dry tree 
was still flowering exuberantly 
under a scorching sun. 


My day has come, 
but I was far away from 
shores of the other body. 

From unknown to unknown, 
I am the self, 
I am the known.

Satish Verma