Theme: Life


He said creating a will
to become whole Being, was more important.
Spacing of thoughts can wait.
Fear was there all the time.
Life had been loaned on a timeless impermanence,
an in-between death and death
Light was being and dark was being.
There was no god, no icon only shades.
Castaway on a lonely stretch,
you tune in to the rising pitch of cuckoo.
It stops for a while.
A deliberate pause.
Again more resolutely it rises to measure the awakening!
A soul caged in body wants to fly away,
on an austere journey;
solemn and relentless
transcending the misprints of life.
The matrix and it secret will be out
after a short while!


More By  :  Satish Verma

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