Theme: Life

Wakes The Blood

Walking alone in the dishevelled inner space
I find peace in my failure, an innocent patch of a silent hurt.
The futility of hollow beliefs crawls like a spent thunder.
Truth remains unborn.
I cross a bridge where eternity begins.
The freaks chase the shadow for a while,
The idea so excruciating, they melt in conspiracy of silence.
In oneness and suchness, the harmony drips from infinite pores.
The seed has a history.
Lost in resonance of outer space, now wakes the blood, distorting the ripples.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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