satishverma

ALL THE GRIEFS

The mysterious rival: 
suffering of resignation. 
I am reading myself for the surrealism of life, 
juxtaposition of love and hate. 
Another blast went off. 


White rose and black rose in the same 
garland; ruins of truth 
were older than lies. Humiliation 
brings another crop of mines. 
Must keep the walk on cinders alive. 

Raging moon will rise again 
on the blue lake, with earthly whiteness. 
The distant invite of future makes the present 
sustainable. I will ask the infant sun 
to enter slowly.

Satish Verma