Ending of Time?

The identity moves ahead
of the shadow of truth
I search for the absolute 
in vain. Can I remove the emptiness  
and talk to myself ?
The core feeling is same.
We flow in our own separateness.
I want to outlive my brethren
and eat my death alone.

Mindful I watch the kernel,
swaying tree is silent
I am here due to a fault in the genes. 
Grief is not my skull house. 
Each night I sleep with dry lips
dreaming a lake.
My pillow floats like a chopped moon.

Silence of anonymity
in  the heart of a storm.
It is a curious apparition.
The vibrations of distant whispers 
fill up the lungs, 
ripping apart the veins.
My inside blood utters 
a shrill sob.Where to go?
We cannot return back. Ending of time?



SATISH VERMA
Copyright © | Year Posted 2008

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