THE POISENED BLUE

When the bloodshed starts 
at the doorstep of solemn silence, 
give me a lone engagement with the invisible 
to unchain the split heart. 

I will take away the pain 
from home and come back in failing 
light when a star meets the star 
and a moon meets the moon. 

What was your core intention 
to dismember me like a breadfruit 
and cover it with a human skin 
stapled to a dead soul? 

You drink the ruins after a collective 
failure.I am watching the sky 
for nightingales.

Satish Verma