Million Times

Satish Verma

Completely broke, 
an empty glass, wants 
to drink from your eyes. 

Validity was incredible 
between the silence 
of centuries. 

Give back my nowness. 
Future had migrated into past. 
Moon will not rise 
for me. 

Where was the apotheosis 
of my defeats? Any extra 
kiss of fireflies was not sufficient. 

I will write my own 
end in your hands, when 
sun brings down the flame. 

To sin with the invisible, 
had become a liberation.