Theme: Life

Un - Me- Ing ‘I’

I want to shake them off,
weird thoughts,
like a swarm of bees,
buzzing, whining, aimed at nothing.
Want to write me off?

Loneliness. I
observe the hands of a watch
looks like they are not moving.
Time stands still.
Waits for me to move.

An atavistic ache.
Again I view the world.
Every body is making a sound without bending.
With dreams dead I step into emptiness
barefoot, to feel the earth.

Not going to quit,
free to kill my ghost
I move into sunlight.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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Comments on this Poem

Comment Well written.THE IMAGE used to describe loneliness is apt.i enjoyed the sunday eve with your verse.thanks .

Prafulla Sahu
28-Aug-2011 10:15 AM

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