DARK PERFORMANCE

satishverma

An empty indulgence, 
tortures the deep imagination 
the immutable name of unuttered grief. 
Gradually the fear of unknown, 
takes hold of the lungs, spleen. 
We don’t put the, 
solitude for soul-search. 
I am hearing myself now. 

The fake overtakes the acuity. 
Death looks the sacrilege from a distance. 
The saffron clouds create 
the opacity in transparent green. 
Once we were all colorless, 
full of dirt now; storing 
our memories in empty hearts. 

The vigil was over, 
rains scattered the seeds. 
The hours and days were littered 
with bruised limbs of shaken faith. 
No body held the banner. 
The dark performance of believers 
was sheared off by sharp lights.

Satish Verma

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  • Published: June 12th, 2014 22:20
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