satishverma

HEMLET BY CHOICE

I was not capable of 
contradicting the quietness. 
A silent emotion was insulting me. 
Forgetting the self-denial 
I went for choosing the impossible. 

Am I sick of myself? 
The agony overwhelms me with mystic relief. 
Here and now I feel the human spirit 
outsmarting the gifts of revenge 
in the eyes of past. 

No hope of breeze. It is hot inside, 
the spirit burning. False peers 
were scoring with debts of darkness. 

Tiny ideas crowd the mind 
flying straight through the mist of anguish 
I elect to be nothing.

Satish Verma