PULSATING VOID

like walking in a tulip garden 
i undo the aquablue, 
how many steps you were away, 

entwined like mangrove: 
our roots were standing upright 
to breath in moist silhouette 

of equatorial sun, blooming 
in anguish of separation: come 
one day to leave me forever, 

a train in desert going nowhere 
on ancient wheels of time; 
and i will aim for a perforated flight 

one day to be reborn and the shadowed 
ride under the truth will open 
the husky lips of pain

Satish Verma