Templed Fire

By: Satish Verma

Go in silence with the squall,
Between regrets and ecstasy
I will remain stranger to myself.
The myths are taking a toll.
With dirt on sleeves,
I will open the scriptures.
My eyes will search,
For some consequences of conflicts.

The center of the raging storm was very quiet
But we were cruising, toward it,
to feel, the power and strength of emptiness.
An indifferent anger rewrites the confrontation.
I wait for the darkest moment.

My sorrow will not end.
It is the pain of thoughts
My horror of life, a templed fire.
Seething with anger I redeem,
My wordless meditation.
Survival demands the annihilation,
Of names and celebrities.

Satish Verma

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