Cause And Reality

Satish Verma

In the moment of reckoning 
or nemesis, I call you 
from the clouds. 

It was a poetic 
whisper, no rectification. Only 
different versions of truth. 

The maverick will not 
take it as a personal slight, 
if you are preparing a premature 

Can we undo the damage 
and become friends? 
Unuttered, but still vocal. 

Who was talking 
of eternity? Your love 
was Being. Nothing else matters. 

Metaphysically you become 
abstract. I will draw 
the unseen other for me.