A True Deception

by Satish Verma   Oct 7, 2017


Going to shake my inner world.
Inconsolable is the loss
of faithful truth.

Echo of past comes between the knockings,
some one shoves a semblance of a riot,
death is not a ceremony any more.

Slowly, dark breast of night
will feed the moon.
Air will kiss the lips of fire
and loneliness will take over the heart.

Not sure of the pattern, and my existence
first I must look beyond the self
and find out the forbidden belief.
I think I don’t trust myself.

From the smouldering psyche
the muse always runs out
falling between vision and confusion.
Sweet ephemeral strife
always in toe.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    This really is amazing. I'm glad to see it nominated. Well done-

  • 6 years ago

    by Em

    I can only mirror what Mr darcy said.. fantastic satish

  • 6 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Exquisite and mysteriously beautiful. I am left somewhere between, darkness and light; like a vagabond walking the nights streets, looking in at coffee bars that are just out of reach.

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