DARES THE STORM

satishverma

The pain out-thinks every moment, 
all over the body 
I wander in a solitary walkway. 
There is nothing between mind 
and brain. Whole prosperity of thoughts 
curves easily. The body 
spends all the internal wealth 
to gain a humble peace. 
The rambling melancholia 
pales into white lava. 

The fatal fear follows you 
like a hot light. The pursuit 
of incense, the chase of 
beautiful icon’s cleavage brings 
the charm. Speaking about the ecstasy, 
about the shapeless pleasure, 
the ultimate opposite of 
sacredness becomes instant 
liberation, from any symbol. 

The contents of the dumb 
days are burning. Peace 
never returns. Prayer 
and worship wakes the child 
inside you. Flesh denies 
the natural desire. You 
cannot accept the corrupt barometer 
of obedience. It dares the storm, 
gathers the momentum 
and kisses the slayer.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 30th, 2012 22:46
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