SKY WEEPS

My fear becomes the courage 
to pursue the truth, 
the basic abandonement. 
I must go after the dark 
stepping on hot leads of pain. 
Truth does not stalk, 
it burns the fingers on your face 
for a self-portrait. 

Evidence of borders gives 
the catastrophic miss 
let us abolish the centre. 
No body will now 
measure the distance. 
We will move at periphery 
on a trajectory of truth 
within the eternity 
of larger boundary. 

Why you live in future, 
opposing today, 
to put away the past? 
That was my eternal question. 
You felled a tree with a terrible bang. 
My heart aches. 
Water moves in sudden spurts 
of nightmare. Sky weeps.

Satish Verma