17 June, 2012

Naming

Unfolding the lust, do not ask 
for the olden love. The crowd 
has hijacked the halo of spotted survivor. 
A fish swims in your eyes. 

Trembling like a love song, 
while pulling the bucket out of 
a well of tears, why did not 
you stay beside me? 

Life has left me on the cliff. 
Burn, burn my love, 
for the sake of the sea, for the 
bloody rocks who would not hold the hurricane. 

A pain of you hangs 
on my door. My limbs are dying. 
Cannot move the stars, 
cannot climb the black moon.

Satish Verma

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