Between Us

Satish Verma

As it appears― 
as if nothing stops you and 
the spring will ask the direction. 
Like a bipolar, I will swing 
between moon and sun. 

It may not sit true with me 
like a lethal drop in an empty cup! 

I don't know, what I think 
in dual state of mind. Time stretches. 
As if involuntarily my― 
hands start shaking. 

Not yet. It was my wound. 
I have to carry my ship down 
the river. In hour of ending 
would you come to write― 
the ascending pain? 

Perfection incomplete. There is 
voiceless silence.