satishverma

INTEGRITY

For an ailing love maker 
ending was optional. 
Nobody wanted to extend the truth 
and hear the distant voices. 


Half-waiting to divide the territory, 
splinters will unravel the mystery. 

A food chain slits the tongue, reaching, not reaching. 

In the island of lonliness 
somebody has left me midway in eternal twilight. 

Amidst the stars 
a river forgets the time, and moon 
scrapes the sky. 


A new pledge may bring back the sun.

Satish Verma