Theme: Life


This was my book
of pain
with no ending.

Life had two meanings
Anticipation of today, 
and fear of tomorrow.

Time was running out
like sand from fists,
mists were rising,
commentaries on setting sun had begun.

Mind was calculating,
computing all the time
the duality of desire.

I wanted to catch the words,
the movement of grief,
the completeness of a thought.
It came as a stroke
- the revelation of self.

We did not want to break
the bondage of problems.
It was complete annihilation of our identity.

We loved conflicts
we loved to hate.
We adored the disorientation.
The violence of our thoughts
created an empty wasteland.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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