DEATH WAS PURE

When moon will wash my doors 
I will come out in night 
to find you in dark 
and lose you in light. 

Does it resonate with you 
O my truth 
O my pain 
time has moved back. 


My love whitens the shadow 
of a black rose in the nakedness of waking. 
Do not want to disappoint the sun 
and enter into a grain. 


I am the stillness and I am 
the noise. Motherless I am born 
in black water 
of immaculate death.

Satish Verma