satish verma has not received any gifts yet
my bohemian moon.
I continue my journey
till the clouds manipulate.
Crisp sky favours the stars
in dark night of gloom
of your failed promises,
and my goddess of ruin.
self-deception was a great relief!
Golden praise can do no harm.
You were targeting the great…
Before I leave
I will give you my gift
to perceive the human anguish.
Time had passed like a snake
noiselessly, skipping the years
The solace of harvesting the dreams
A terrible shadow of a futile
Hopes always lied
hollowed by anesthesia of…
Aura begins from tongue
to spit fire and frozen rain
in the epileptic rage of insanity.
Excruciating charm of august mind
Life wants to humiliate the sunshine
and hate desires to meet its rival in disguise.
Hope’s termination had a beginning somewhere.
I search the inky sky for a star.
The void did’t have…
In the triumph of flesh,
when fame of the world was your thing,
a sequence of defeats piled up
and time became stronger than the symbols.
Was it not easier
to abandon the consciousness?
Living a dog’s life was more comfortable
without a qualm.
How painful it was to know the reality unclothed!
You had achieved nothing…