You Become A Stranger

by Satish Verma

Give me your lips
I have to drink the dark night.
It is the final assault for tomorrow.
The idea becomes a journey.
I have to walk on water.

True dialogue starts when stars are not with you.
I am standing on rooftop scanning the sky.
Let me repeat the ascent,
the hill is younger than me.

It will settle the dispute, man was taller than god.
You become a stranger in your own drawn circle.
Life had the absurd walls a wounded center.

16-Feb-2012

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