A Suspended Rock

Satish Verma

Your freckles should not 
go like innocence. Sun 
was overlapping the galaxies. 

I become whole for a while, 
when you cry for the blueberry 
moon in vain. 

Why the night dips into your blue eyes? 

No irony. I will wait 
for you on the burning deck. 

The schism was widening. 
An animal living inside me 
wants to raise his head. 

The loser gets the inky jet 
to cover his body. How about 
getting a glimpse of lightning 
walking down the road?