TIMELESS AFFAIR

Joining the names, 
a nameless melancholia crosses a borderland, 
between dreams & reality. 
The stone face, a mask, 
some nothingness transcends 
the unhearing mind. 
Tell me how much 
you know about yourself? 

Moon shaped pleasures 
did not stir me, not ever. 
The hours of a dark day moved 
in pink fog, my heart 
was bruised in a fall. 
My infinite failures 
saw the inversed truth. 

Yellow was the rage, fire. 
A perpetual leap from emptiness. 
The flames were movements, 
towards void. 
The thoughts were circling over the flames. 
Green windows open, shut, open. 
My timeless affair with my self starts.

Satish Verma