Two people and a dream
It is easy to start a war, send up a rocket, and get one in return and spiteful words lead to hatred of the sort
the consumes the soul and reason disappears in the fog
of odium that can only end in the slaughter of a nation
The military invasion of Gaza began with righteous anger and a thirst for revenge, but now as vengeance
has been sated it is time to end this if it is not too late
the political leader of the invading nation is tired, he knows he was overreaching himself to his enemies at home's delight, his face drawn and depressed as he senses the prize to pay for failure, a political death
His name will forever be the one who started a war that
nearly brought his own country into nuclear ashes only
stopped by those he had hated the most
In the end, we might live to see a country of two people
where religion is a private affair that does not interfere in the daily life of the people
And this nation shall be mighty and bring peace to a region that has, for too long, been in the shadows of so many
wars suffered where much blood has been spilled
The emerald field of magnificent alps.
variety of colours radiating with brilliant effusion.
infinite beauties melting to the admiration of one.
depth overreaching all the boundaries of fickle fin.
pleasant jewels knotted by the Master of all knowledge.
A vast sphere mapping out discordant planes of time and eternity.
all the paths in concurrent course pointing to The Way,
with its pillars firmly grounded on the Truth,
come see the winding rivers with unalterable course to The Ligh.
A mine without a bottom, a sea without a shore.
inexhaustible depth beyond the pretenses of all tinsel
the well of eternal realities incomparable with earth's shadows
break your ego to grasp this golden pearl
let not jewels gather dust in the shelve,
Take and read to know thyself and thy God
and like the ox, drink it down to find Peace.
Twisting, turning
Ever yearning
For enduring
Cherished love.
Talking, teaching
Loved ones preaching
Overreaching
Unwanted words.
Finding, binding
Love so blinding
It’s spellbinding
Worth the wait.
Growing, glowing
Love all-knowing
Years soft-flowing
With my love.
They hated Nixon for being too formal
though he made relations with China normal
They hated Ford for pardoning Nixon
though his own future he was risking
They hated Carter for his toothy smile
though for M-E peace he went the extra mile
They hated Reagan for his patriotism
though he toppled the Berlin Wall, ending that schism
They hated George Bush Sr. for his oil wells
though they cheered him when Saddam fell
They hated Clinton for his sexual escapades
though they let him off the hook anyway
They hated Bush Jr. for his principled stands
though he took down the evil Taliban
They hated Obama for his constant preaching
And they hate Trump for Constitutional 'overreaching'
I hope Joe Biden is ready to be hated
For as the next President that's what fated
You aren't overreaching.
You aren't living in a daydream.
It is possible.
Go get it child
Remember to own your dreams and remember that they are valid.
If it moves you then you can achieve it even if takes you forever.
Remember not being able to reach the pedals?
I have been making the keyboard much more work than it needs to be.
A movable keyboard, but I did not readjust my thinking about it until today.
I slide it to the edge of the desk. Making my life six times easier.
I have been overreaching this keyboard for five months.
Look around. What are you doing to make your life easier?
It’s admirable and fine to do something differently. Take a risk.
Change things up. Try a new way. Try a new hairdo. Try a new hair color.
Try making a new friend. Meet them for supper. Surprise them and pay.
You are old enough to reach the pedals now.
Simplicity
Is a rope
And a note
Note
Sanity was a plea
Completely reversed you see
Behind the bars
Safe in the murky lurkings
Of Ambient sentiments and whiskey sour
The minds overreaching memories
Existed or not
Little matters
Of loves long sifted
Drifting closer to shore
The boat demands the rope
Be tied
Just before, from my grasp I release
The note
Always in such a hurry
Pressing forward, moving on
Reaching for that which you think you are due
Every moment of the day spent in pursuit
Climbing that invisible ladder
Instead of taking time to look around
Overreaching, over expecting, demanding
Unrealistic measures of success
Simply noticing the beauty
God has placed along your path
Is the greatest thing a person can do
Finding joy in every moment
This is harder than it seems
Ever have I fought,
Against God,
Against myself.
Ever did I struggle,
Always demanding,
Always overreaching.
Whatever I thought I wanted,
I was given,
I was granted.
Never the dream realized,
But, reality pure,
But, reality harsh.
Always given what was wanted,
But, obliged to pay for it,
But, obliged to struggle for it.
Now, I cease to fight,
Against God,
Against myself.
I do not ask.
Lustifully
Overreaching
Vainly
Eager
Sensually
Public
Rendering
Everything
Alternatively
Disfigured
Sexual
Optimistically
Neurotic
Teenaged
Overdone
Always
Sexually
Tired
I toss a stone into
The poets wishing well
Just to hear the echo
Of the overreaching quill
Overly possessing the karma,
you sail in meditation.
Does creation tag along
the destruction of self ?
The chain persists. You leave
the theater. The ancient
voice gives the soft resoundings.
Something was always left
to say. The neophyte will
not speak. The arms
were overreaching.
Take hold of the window.
Some light will have deep
penetration. Edge was very
sharp. Pack up your belongings.
Satish Verma
When the flowers bloom
And the grass is wet
You know its spring.
When the sun shines
And your skin simmers
You know its summer.
When your lies are outrun
And exhaustion is overreaching
You know its depression.
When you cry
And feel your spirit break
You know its death.
When you dance for joy
And your thoughts are consumed
You know
It’s Love.