In Quiteude

Satish Verma

I walk towards you― 
till it hurts. 

In moment of nemesis 
I set you free, 
and deceive me. 

You look beyond me 
and become blind for the road. 
Life starts drifting away from 
each other to discover the meaning 
of truth. 

We may not meet again, 
behind the faulted moon, 
groping for light. 

You always knew― 
I was not you. A miniature 
vice― religion apart, 
had become a river between us. 

I won't swim again. 
Buddha smiles with alacrity. 

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