Ordained Flaws

With tiny lips,
words come to you
to kiss the moon.

Night dwellers, with
fragile bones― they walk
into your domain,
opening the tear gates.

Again I think, fading away
was easier, when you fall
in love after the marginality.

Not despirate I was
destined to certain halt,
unceremoniously, quitting
the game.

You, who stands out
of range, will never know,
how a shooting star backfires.

Eros hits the wall
moment to moment
in sun rising.

Satish Verma