WORDS OF NEVER BEING

In unaligned loneliness, 
tonight, a liquefied moon 
will fill up my glass, and my shadow 
will sit beside me and we will drink the pain. 

Lets’s settle in twilight of stars 
and think not of violence of crawling 
and inflicting damages to each other; I will never be 
myself again during the random dark. 

The end of punishment or punishment 
of ending were drawing very near, 
dotting the landscape. All the budhas 
are assembling to wash our sins. 

Give me some bones to fix the knees, 
I have lost my golden throne in 
the dazzle of wounds, the flames 
are lifting the red sky.

Satish Verma