Theme: Life


Question of me,
vanquishing the existence, arises again,
At times, life repeats the horror.
Insufficiency of a heart builds an orphanage,
I play the game, then flounder.

Poison is spreading
the myth of absurdity overtakes,
truth breaks into splinters
Me and my dialogues with life
speak of celebration in vitro.

Taking off the camouflage
The body prints the friction,
but the descent of dark
and other questions remain unreplied.
The soul suffers in a hole.

All the pretty meanings,
become meaningless when time abstracts,
the stone prevails upon the daisies,
sin and desire go for a reward.
The door does not open,
I put aside the beholder and
give a voice to dead tongue.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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