Godless Time

By: Satish Verma

To keep intact the wholeness,
I go beyond the pleasure and hope.
My grief comes back from the ashes.
There are different names ,
Of sorrow and despair.
I keep counting my bliss of solitude,
Where the silence has no lips.

This Sun is very harsh.
I take off the pretentions
Nakedness has a great charm.
You burn in heat of truth,
And your soul comes out unscathed.
Ruins outlive the beautiful ghosts.
Eventually the fiction takes over.

I look after the dreams,
Now waking up all night
The deaf dreams are always,
Part of art of living.
Still some thing is left for the death,
To celebrate in this godless time.
I will go my dusty path.

Satish Verma

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