Ash In Eyes

satishverma

Why don't you come out of
your pain to heal your granite. Do you
think a triangle of love can be made?

The bread tastes bitter.
The rotten pears fall to become pink in the
dark season. Night was donating earthen lamps.

Come back to the bonfire.
Squirrels were hungry. No nuts to break
the teeth. Moon was yawning.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 29th, 2021 19:57
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 22
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Do you
    think a triangle of love can be made?'
    sometimes, and Yet
    mostly I look up
    at the round Moon
    and the round Sun
    and the round Planets above us,
    thinking
    maybe, All - is Cyclical by design;
    this Earth that moves beneath our very feet, hurtling
    yet gripped in-place
    a looping status of miraged Space
    freedom - on a gravitational leash...
    but then
    isn't the inevitability within hierarchal pyramids,
    that, which subjugates humanity into a cycle of self sabotage,
    Every generation;
    from ideology to logic, faith to science,
    Love to Nihilism..
    there's a seemingly endless need in our conceptualisation of the Universe
    to insure, just like Our finite experience of existence
    every Idea we contemplate, must first
    be imbued with that Fallible capacity to self destruct, to End
    to acquire a necessary, Death
    because, that's all we know
    and Everything: we Fear...!



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