ALONE IN THE HEAT

satishverma

The insult to sober conviction 
unsettles the saints. 
Give me your hand, 
to solve this problem. 
An abstract idea joins 
the postures of different conflicts, 
the worship of crumpled illusions. 
After great sufferings 
only proverbs give a soothing effect. 

Images blur, misspent energy 
distorts the palisade of love. 
Perhaps history repeats itself. 
Moon cries at midnight 
looking beneath the soft clouds, 
to follow eternity. 
Past & present are losers. 
The trustworthy future 
does not hold any promise. 

Again questioning brings 
the numbness on surface. 
The agony of realization, 
moves away from just mistakes. 
It is hard to smash 
the strong beliefs. 
A self-denial brings 
the death of truth. 
I am alone in the heat 
of an argument, pathless, rising, sinking.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 17th, 2014 23:09
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