Theme: Life

House of Rains


Hold the innocence, at brink of sliding death.
Formless learning never answers the questions of life and truth.
A single meaning connects to unnumbered voices.
Anarchy of rimless vision flourishes.
I trace out the pink stain of a murder on the sand.
Going beyond the fear was a sane thought
I was the pain and I was the truth.

Life presided over the hyphenated relationship.
What do I do with the broken mirror?
The severed head of sun trembles in the mid - afternoon.
Light of the east fading?
Cogitating on fear of dying,
In contrast to benevolence I flung out the pleasure,
From window to find the brokenness of time.

The depression swelters under the doubts.
I want to see the house of rains, of wounds and your pride.

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More By  :  Satish Verma

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