YOU BECOME A STRANGER

Give me your lips 
I have to drink the dark night. 

It is the final assault 
for tomorrow. The idea 
becomes a journey. 
I have to walk on water. 

True dialogue starts 
when stars are not with you. 
I am standing on rooftop 
scanning the sky. 

Let me repeat the ascent, 
the hill is younger than me. 
It will settle the dispute, 
man was taller than god. 

You become a stranger 
in your own drawn circle. 
Life had the absurd walls 
a wounded center.

Satish Verma