Truth Of Being

Satish Verma

Walk on the fuming cinders
and meet the sun,
on the other side, where dreaming
starts and also ends.

Your belonging had a
price. I wanted to
seek the explanation, from the
mauled stars in sky.

The mind goes dumb and blank.
I don't remember me.
Circuitry tends to break
the tender relationship.

Trying to heal the cracks in walls.
I watch myself waiting avidly,
for something to happen,
after I swapped my
song with your tears.

The hawk was ready to
stoop on the trembling dove.