You are not
on my page.
No more in my abstract sleep.
Cease-fire
will not be declared-
in the realm of dark dreams.
There was
one tear at a time.
No battle cry.
Trampling on
the old reminiscences,
a tiger jumps on the author-
of mangrove.
The aerial roots have
stopped breathing.
Your lungs become
a flute. A war song frightens
the death.
Satish Verma
Categories:
unsinking, art,
Form: ABC
Feral Conglomerate
The love i never knew
But always wanted
For so long i hunted
And once it was clear in view
It wasn't worth the bullet
It wasn't who's desire, what it was
Setting seas a-fire, butt because
The beauty was little more than makeup deep
The mascara and fake smile were cheap
The waves crashing down left a trail black and brown
But your unsinking smile saved your skin
To let you burn the seas again
It wasn't the perfection, or the pure
Nor solely the inflection of allure
Or the allusion of a life gone by
Not acknowledging the tear in my eye
That's falling for my youth
Let down by the truth
The love i always knew
But never wanted
Til i was out of view
Came back to be confronted
It wasn't the right place
It wasn't the right time
It never was
Categories:
unsinking, angst, girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love,
Form: Rhyme