The philosophers, they scheme--
to make all the young girls scream,
allowing the self aware to
know they're there.
All of their awareness,
tells them of their thereness.
They pinch each other
hoping it's a dream.
It's in this state of mind,
all the magic that I find
gets my head to spinning in a whirl.
Just like the knight in shining armor,
I've come to enlighten, not to harm her.
In the rain I run off dancing with my girl.
There's such a lack out in the world,
until their egos are unfurled.
The diamond rain has blinded all their eyes.
Until the girls burst in the room--
the philosophers all spelled doom...
it was filled with a million enlightened guys.
Categories:
thereness, destiny, loneliness, muse, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme
1
The reluctant thereness
I want to embrace.
The spiritualism without a god ?
This whispering darkness –
always becomes an incensed flesh.
I unwrap myself.
2
Please let me touch
the multistrands of understanding.
After all what was a religion ?
You were always seeking an exit.
The betrayal, godliness and
fog hours. I always remained obsessed
with the failing lights.
Satish Verma
Categories:
thereness, art,
Form: ABC
From hereness to thereness
a heat flows-
in the height of fears. A timeless need to map
out the pain of earth, floating on clouds.
Lemon grass
cuts the swan lake. There was a devil in water,
hiding under the rock. You must learn to walk
on waves. Death knows the way of gliding.
The foot under the door, unlocks
the light. You had undone, what I canned
whole life. The threads were weak. The
frost turns off the peaks.
Satish Verma
Categories:
thereness, art
Form: I do not know?