Exploding Silence In cry of faith, I was tryingto maintain purity of hope.Hope of an opening bud on the rose bush.The slit eyes were frozenunwilling to meltthe impenetrable dew.The humility suffersI am going to revert to liesfor the sake of foes.Between the moments of peacesilence explodes,trembling on the lips.Death was alive in heart.Weeping toes trace the primitivepath of birth,scorched by prudence. SATISH VERMA...... Similar Editorial : Silence of the Lambs by Oscar Bruce. | Source : Drama Literature
Intentional Suicide Talking of earthly heart,stuck in a mire,I believe that the guilt of not building the roadwas genuine.Beyond the sad realizationthe role of witness was futile.Life had become an apprentice of deceitspreading out chessboard on small pretexts.Without accepting the will of god,failing to protectthe lines on the faces,was it an intentional suicide ?Collecting the fragments of sorrowI do not want to...... Source : Drama Literature
Inhaling The Earth When insects were crawlingdreams had contradictions,A sudden drop in temperaturebrought the quantum touch.Ending of the griefor grief of endingrejected every intact truthand death was trailing behind the candle.Fear and agony were followingthe footfalls of nightBlindness was weaving a broken moon.The time will not be answerable for any plight.Corners of childhood brighten upfor sweet nothingsI...... Similar Editorial : Globular Nature of Earth by Mohammad Ali Abid. | Source : Drama Literature
Unending Nothingness It was not worth it.Building of castles on the dirty roads.Offering spiritual coalitionof unscented certainties.Admission of reversing the course of riverdoes not exonerate.Mind polluted, face dripping with fantasiesclairvoyance, but confirming nothing.Quasi-tales mingling with factstake you to summer of hopes.You are not here. I feel a cheap anonymity.Charred body, clayey hands building a tomb...... Source : Drama Literature
Takes Over My thoughts halt at your lipsbeyond lies your silenceto start a voyage in snowy dialoguesto find a meaning of futile lifeand trash of the myths.Our entwined life has chosenconsolation of past,We are still alivekicking and reveling.A shadow imitates the Godmeditates under the unyielding tree.The fugitive may find some greatnessin insult.The vastness of lonelinessultimately takes over. SATISH...... Similar Editorial : It Takes Money by William Cate. | Source : Drama Literature
Dignified Retreat To cover your inadequacyyou were bending yourconsciousness.Thinking and again thinking for a thingthat was nothing.Today I am not meand I want to betray myself.A low tide moon hangs on a tall treeI will write a script on solitudeof night.You don't want to comeback from your grief.The fuming sapcascades between the gnarled shoots ofwoody trunk, wasted life.Stumps my monuments.The grass burns with...... Similar Editorial : Furnishing Your Weekend Retreat by Morris E. R.J. . Brown. | Source : Drama Literature
Ancient Pain Face of a manstruck in the fissure of an apocalypsedoes not bear the consequencesof becoming a godof deaf and mute.I am pouring in all my awareness.Captive of desire and drift,where are we heading for ?Idols of strawwatching the human failureday in, day out.who wants to die ?My ancient painrises again to disturb me. SATISH VERMA
About The Author
Satish VermaSatish Verma was born in 1935, did hi...... Similar Editorial : Ancient Arabian by Md. Wasim Aktar. | Source : Drama Literature
Mole Failed in life's backyard,a journey ends from wherethe journey starts.Accused of annihilating happinessfor the sake of revenge,remaining alive in a seed,never becoming a blossom.Conjugal bed swaps the hungerfor dream of immortalityand killing the joy of burdenfor a logical deathof a right to live.It was a necessity to invent the Almightyto escape the fear of fatal end.There goes the methodical...... Similar Editorial : Atypical Mole Syndrome by Juliet Cohen. | Source : Drama Literature
Dies On Legs I do not want to becomeplaintiff or defendant.Untethered, I will punish myselffor metaphysical nuances.Sometimes a silence talks to grieving skyabout a fake truth.The tears will never stop now.Give me my freedom to cry,to exhume the body of justiceand bury my future in memoriesI do not sell the dreams.Eyes tell it all.History repeats itselfwhen message dies on legs !SATISH VERMA ...... Source : Drama Literature
Abdication Of Wounds Like islands in the sea on fireand embankment crumbling,split amygdalas of trusted men -drew them to start a chain of murders.I come on my kneeswitnessing a tragedy of a city,digging its accursed soilto bring out the remains of guilt.For appeasing dust,you sliced the heart and brainput them to fog and mireand cheated the childhood,innocent buds of future.Humanity suffered on the road,came...... Source : Drama Literature
Paths Of Anonymity Integrity of door was challenged,walls will not take the blame.Tension increased between believingand non-believing.Did we listen to moaning of night ?There was a murder in broad day-light.Eyes will not betray the whisking of corpse,pallbearers were moving very fast.I thought nothing will ever move nownot even the possessed mind.The final page of book has been tornand the story will never reach...... Source : Drama Literature
Knives Death will not wait.Locked in bruises,I want eternity.Stinking pubes,micro to zerogravity.Kernel rises like a star.Touch was not realHow far you will go ?Earth was collapsing.My father was right,Don't climb to the peak,snow was melting.Love has no barriersWinter steals in like a thiefone by one the knives are drawn.SATISH VERMA
About The Author
Satish VermaSatish Verma was born in 1935, did hi...... Similar Editorial : Puma Knives by Ben Anton. | Source : Drama Literature
Midnight Sin You know I do not hopeany intermission,between life and death.My path goes nowhere.A hiatus between the mirrors has questions.From childhood I was alwaysfloating between the meaningsof lessons unknown.I longed for straight humilities.Present redeems the past.Each sound leaves an echoand has-been becomes the shrine of peace.ad infinitum I will waitfor the primitive bloodto reappear, the truth...... Source : Drama Literature
Count My Sins Blue, little light,homeless cloud,inauspicious aurora,I am going to opt for a moonless night.Do not care for living soul,pay homage to dead.Is it not a dog's life,or a holy god's life?The role and meanings are reversed.Now a snake comes,becomes an angel.I am going to lay down my armsin a sleepless night.How do I recite a poem;when I bend down on knees,to pick up the prayers of a fallen hero ...... Similar Editorial : Credit Scores Count by Cathy Taylor. | Source : Drama Literature
Rough Seas Faithful to the day,I will not put up any alibi of night.I was punished to be liberated !Standing unarmed, uncovered in wildernessof times.Still floundering, this was my choice,my selection,to walk alone in crowd.I do not want any god to shut me up.I will pick up the thorns on my own.I will cross my own path,and I will design my own end.Malice and spleen of them again light the lamps in dark.Now I...... Source : Drama Literature
