Theme: Life


Face to face,
I was bewildered.
What was happening to the garden?
My body left in absent seizure;
words had destroyed a beautiful poem.
I was listening without blinking
like a blue moon or the serene lake.

The interlocking in no-man’s-land under a red rain,
somebody puts a hand on my shoulder
to bring out the sorrow,
the salt of my tears,
sandscapes of smooth bones.
Becoming something was music to ears
twisting the gaps.

Seeds of the brain,
nude as the beach stones,
round and snug,
somebody wakes the water in the breast,
kicking up the turmoil
I was nobody, nobody.
It was all lies.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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