Theme: Life

Claim for Fame

The journey is brutal when you arrive nowhere
striving for unsaid perfection.
Life drips...
Your wounds snap the love.
A tale becomes a twister.
Between the blinds is buried, the window.

In dark, a depression fills the room.
The untethered loneliness.
Fearing from self.
A time to become insane without anchorage.
My ruined book becomes a home for spiders.

Bewildered dreams rise like vampires from the skull.
I will not mourn the body.
The spirit walks like the white light.
It was a thwarted desire,
to die empty-handed beside the troubled mind.

Was there a path to truth?
Being, what lies are?
The soul rustling the shadows of mortal thoughts.
The tree finally gives up the claim for fame.
The roots squirm.


 

03-May-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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