Salvaging

by Satish Verma   Nov 12, 2013


1

The reluctant thereness
I want to embrace.

The spiritualism without a god?
This whispering darkness -

always becomes an incensed flesh.
I unwrap myself.

2

Please let me touch
the multistrands of understanding.

After all what was a religion?
You were always seeking an exit.

The betrayal, godliness and
fog hours. I always remained obsessed

with the failing lights.

Satish Verma

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  • 10 years ago

    by Britt

    Judging comments:

    This is a really interesting poem, nothing like I've read on PnQ lately. It has a troubled touch to it, yet gentle - questioning and searching out important questions on life. Interesting that it's in the nature section, I see why but it wasn't what I was expecting at all. I really adore the placement, each word so specific and beautiful. I can't help but highlight this poem. Lovely and thought-provoking!

  • 10 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I feel this honest presence with your words, and you truly provoke the reader. What really caught my eye was the hestitation you have, the questions you hold about spiritualism in life and nature. I know I've heard many say religion is just an institution whereas when you are spiritual, it is a more personal relationship that can be fulfilled. Will have to read this a few more times...

    The second part of the poem I feel you are aware you are being called to something and want to understand it. Whether it be the mystery of God or other religions. What truly defines reilgion? Is it our safehouse or our way out of reality, to justify actions and seek happiness?
    That last image of the failing lights was unexpected. I love how you brought this image out that kind of tied in with nature, dusk perhaps, and why a day must end without answers even.

    Lots to ponder in this piece. I thought this could be in the life section as well? Anyway, glad you shared this and congrats on the win!