ABSINTHE

I was a non-believer in exodus 
of nothingness. 
Here you are, 
I am. 

In crimson sky 
talking of nobody, unbuttoning the moon. 
Fill up my glass 
with tears of joy. 

And sleep I must 
in the arms of sorrow. 
There was a shipwreck in absence 
while chasing the eyes.

Satish Verma