The heat turns on the arid pain with reverbations,
A storm was raging in our minds,
Clothing the identity.
Externals become the dark figurines of thoughts,
Creating the flames without fire.
The seeking of essence was not enough.
Purity asked humility
Failure of legitimacy destroyed,
Moral and chairs started a fight,
To bring in god for the judgement.
Between the good and bad,
Between the right & wrong,
Bleeds the man.
Disjointed faith was the reason,
For the leap forward
And we were adoring,
The stones not the wounds.
Fear was omnipresent all the time.
The existence was strangely smothered
And truth was opting for deportation.
Satish Verma
