Fear,
I've known you to speak my name,
calling me quietly to join you in your game.
Tapping my shoulder,
whispering to my mind,
"remember me?? from the last time?"
As I try to ignore you,
go about my way,
you call upon reinforcements,
from the other day.
They seem to utter a tone,
with a twist of despair,
as I hum a tune of triumph,
pretending not to care.
Shame,
says I know that you know me,
How dare you hum a tune?
Hate-Filled,
overshadowing my spirit,
with a hint of gloom.
All of a sudden Fear and Shame unite,
purposely battling my soul,
throwing a jab and a right.
Trying with all they have,
with all of their might,
to win this prize,
in this prizefight called LIFE.
Categories:
prizefight, fear, hate,
Form: Free verse
.
The shrewder one
may yet triumph
tonight
in this maddening
heat of the
prizefight
where ferocity reigns
and might
is right.
Here the last
can still outlast
the first,
for even the best
can be at his
worst,
either way it goes,
egos burn and
burst.
Victor and vanquished
will stay
remorseless.
They'll fight again till
they'll be both
lifeless.
For to fight and win
is an unfinished
business!
.
Categories:
prizefight, sports
Form: Terza Rima
Time zone had become acidic.
Wear the chador softly.
Moon is coming out.
Down rushing
stillness croons.
Someone is going to outwit the night.
A night bird weighs the wind.
Why do you stand alone ?
Desires will come relentlessly.
The essence of pain.
My bronze heart,
has no prodigious injury.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
prizefight, art
Form: I do not know?
Time zone had become acidic.
Wear the chador softly.
Moon is coming out.
Down rushing
stillness croons.
Someone is going to outwit the night.
A night bird weighs the wind.
Why do you stand alone ?
Desires will come relentlessly.
The essence of pain.
My bronze heart,
has no prodigious injury.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
prizefight, adventure, allegory, angst, animals,
Form: I do not know?
In this maddening heat
of the prizefight
where ferocity reigns and
might is right,
the shrewder one may yet
triumph tonight.
For even the best can be
at his worst
and the last can still
outlast the first,
but either way it goes,
egos burn and burst.
Victor and vanquished
will stay remorseless;
they'll fight again till
they'll be both lifeless;
for to fight and win is an
unfinished business !
Categories:
prizefight, life, people, work
Form: Terza Rima