I WAS ALWAYS ANGRY

Whole world hides 
in your liquid eyes, 
I need to return to my consciousness, 
to change my verse. 
The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words 
sitting on the edge, of a meaning 
I write a new song. 

Discovering your forgotten self, 
was a pain, 
I always avoided. 
Years touched me softly, 
on the temples in vain. 
Dumb I was with grief, threading a pile of memories, 
to know my other self. 

Somewhere a god smiles on me. 
God of my mud & water, 
wide open like a father, 
who never died. 
The moon slaughters my clouds. 
I was always angry, 
with my odd appearance.

Satish Verma