Satish Verma Poet ABC

Weaving Silence

Do I have a choice 
before knifing the page
for a meaning, when I was
drowned in a nostalgia ?

Cinchona bark. This was my 
keyword for living bitterly
under a tryant inciting
the riots of colors.

The digital death comes as
a reward for insane truth.
You turn the back on home
and walk towards the sea –

to count the empty shells on beach.
Here life completes a cycle
from emptiness to emptiness.
You are ready to go in void.

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On waking you find yourself 
dead. Now every one is talking
about you. The words sink in a 
womb – a death watcher.

The house was burning.
How tall you had become after
forgetting the prayer ? Do you
think a window will allow –

you to become immortal ?
The inner strength reverberates
in black stones who were sad,
you will not make them visible

any more in nightless journey.
Moon eater,
You were always hungry
drinking the elixir of death. 



Satish Verma

*On the death of Steve Jobs.

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