Satish Verma

Intimacy in dark 
carries the emptiness, 
pauses in the way― 
under the faint moon. 

A homeless bird heads towards 
the lake. 

The flowers remind you 
of crucifixion. 

The human loss was intense. 
The fire within, extinguished. 
No stone was ready to move. 
Do you want the sound to be on? 

The firmness now starts 
melting. A holy river caresses 
the bridge. Shores tremble.