CLOSE THE CIRCLE

Why are you packing up for final journey? 
I am not getting the signals from the stars 
through the amnesia. The moon will rise 
on the desolate landscape of broken dreams 
A shudder gives away. You always pursued incompleteness. 

So the striving continues, for wholeness, 
without sitting in meditation, remaining restless, 
churning, agitating, creating comets on the lips, 
touching the tulips, red roses, scented air, 
traveling all alone through the black memories. 

Talking to yourself in emptiness, wading in the 
green eternity to find pure, unblemished truth, 
the secret of eternal youth. Which fear had 
perverted my vision? Why should I be afraid 
of meeting you in me? Cannot I maintain my. 

Integrity? The wheels are moving and your 
gifts are lying unclaimed. Where do we meet? 
No temple is safe. A foreign land where the 
clouds bleed and sun unloosens the threat, 
I will seek to close the circle.

Satish Verma