STAR STRUCK

i, thirst for nudging 
the butter lamp to peep inside 
the dark of a Shiva crater 
of human suffering, 

between your pain and my blood 
there was ancient history, 
where will you go now, no 
light has touched you so far 

the moon takes a bath inside 
a sleeping volcano of perfect 
aches, staring in the sad eyes 
of a fauna 

brace your window and taste 
your memory, lift the quivering hands 
to welcome the blank pages 
of future 



Satish Verma