Theme: Life

Face of Truth

It hurts, the abstract isolation of life emptying of self.
The infection of water in the sun.
A nameless pain annihilates the ascending desires.

I want no more traffic of dreams.
Only discovery of Being.

Where the city had gone from the mirror of my poems?
Streets had the color of a wrinkled maid.
And new dictionary had new words of an obscene vernacular.

I wanted my stack, my lake.
Surface exploded into nothingness.
The lake boiled in the heat of eternity.

A part of the evening was cool,
participating in the festivities of homing birds.
It took a whole night to see the face of truth!


More By  :  Satish Verma

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