Theme: Life

Habitat

Will not show my wounds,
life extracts a price.
A heap of pain,
squeezed into eyes
hits me with daily bread.

Draws the conflicts
and sets the fears free.
A half moon wipes my tears.
Destiny clings to dust
Phoenix is rising.

Ruthlessly, night causes pain
freedom is in peril.
The soul sings in a withering tone,
for the departing stars.
Yellow, youthful light of rising sun
burns the desires.

We hate the soaring choices
there is no end, no beginning.
My non-self opposing the empty life,
connects the heart with contents of sorrow.

It fills up the nothingness.
I perceive a spring of forgotten grass,
engaged orchards and laughing fires in the buds.
Time for the habitat to step in.
 

03-May-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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