BOWL WAS STILL EMPTY

Trying to follow truth 
his journey was nightmarish. 
Alchemic fusion with past and future failed – 
his bowl was still empty. 

In the inner space 
a largesse, free of present, 
becomes the pain of perfection! 
Now what to do next? 

More afraid of life than death 
he tried to manage the fear, 
the futility of becoming somebody, 
the nihility of ripening in celebrations. 

In the darkness, an eye looks 
beyond the stars, at timeless silences 
of hope, waking, slits of dreams 
like lasers, creating new designs.

Satish Verma