Love & Pain

Satish Verma

Perhaps you know, 

that you do not know, 

the moment of truth is here, 

and we are at the cross roads. 


Night is without a cloud 

and crescent moon is questioning a star. 

Ghost of strayed peace 

has slided back in dark. 

Pure chemistry of love is boiling. 


Planting the tender flowers on lips 

I find nothing. I think I will go 

for a new lover. 

Strawberry was your choice, 

but I always craved blue berries. 

Pulpy red and blue black were teeth apart. 


Your eyes are unreadable, 

a watery grave of pain. 

Something impossible should happen 

Poetry is waiting for symbiosis.