Love & Pain (Symbiosis)

Perhaps you know, that you do not know, the moment of truth is here, and we are at the cross roads. Night is without a cloud and crescent moon is questioning a star. Ghost of strayed peace has slided back in dark. Pure chemistry of love is boiling. Planting the tender flowers on lips I find nothing. I think I will go for a new lover. Strawberry was your choice, but I always craved blue berries. Pulpy red and blue black were teeth apart. Your eyes are unreadable, a watery grave of pain. Something impossible should happen Poetry is waiting for symbiosis. SATISH VERMA