O stark avenger,
Time.
I will come on your lapses,
when every moment,
tells a lie.
Was it wrong time ?
To ask the poem go,
binary ?
on a fringe thought ?
Has the angst a right,
to explore the fast moving
mind, to experiment
with the answer ?
We are on the crossroads,
to know ourselves,
driven by the fragrance,
man-made.
The words are only transient !
Satish Verma
Categories:
unconclusive, art,
Form: ABC
Forever seizes
a distorted fate,
as love is hidden.
Past and present
are thrown out,
lost in solitude.
Hearts are deceived
mis-used, and teased.
Is this the way it's going to be?
Strangers that know eachother very well....
With skeletons creeping,
as my eye's are weeping.
I start to wonder,
is this what I want?
An unconclusive decison.
Categories:
unconclusive, confusion, life, love,
Form: I do not know?