The Hidden Sky

Satish Verma

In my sanctum, 
you walk in― like 
my first child, to join 
my innerness. 

Trying to decipher― 
the moral code of angels. 
I just wanted an embrace 
of a flame to kiss the sparks. 

I hear your footsteps, 
sometimes near, sometimes far away― 
in the valley of burning tears. 
This space and, a gouge hold the 
secret of melting lips. 

Still unborn, a voice in 
cul-de-sac, waits for the grievers 
to open the darkness― 
for a ray of light. It was very 
lonely where you had scripted the clouds.