Alone In Crowd

satishverma

Being my other soul
would you go for―
a saddest kiss with a gold fish?

Nothing else matters.
Weaving blue flesh on
starched bones.

What else you need,
when the moon cries outside
the broken window?

And the sands and
palms and cacti had the
guts to take in trifecta.

And the blood
to remember the affinity
with the unknown.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 1st, 2022 19:32
  • Category: Nature
  • Views: 12
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • L. B. Mek

    (once again, dear cherished Poet
    and kind, Guru
    you've inspired me to surpass
    my feeble limits
    with these words of a poetic reply
    thank you!)
    'intentions
    transmuting our wishful, yearnings
    into sincerity's, reality fragments
    a syllable
    imbued with more life, than an ocean
    of desire's, aspirations..
    a lifetime's conversation, in but a versed line
    or a winking Moon's realisations
    in but a blurry stanza
    of vehemence to humility's, divinity
    resonance;
    inking, squeezed vitamin D
    insight's
    from all that cherished, Nature
    we observe as we absorb
    freeing ourselves, to reach
    in hope
    than one other, may understand
    our need for solace's company
    shoulder to shoulder, in that pit of life
    with our brethren's, in contemplation
    of humanistic ideal's
    anchored by our selfish, ambitions...'
    L. B. Mek



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