11 september 2018
The Secret Path
Often,
I will return to myself,
to meet a lost ancestor;
exploring the statics―
of the room, from where the journey
had started.
I will read your face in dark. The
wrinkles, the broken teeth,
and the foggy vision.
The fire escape now lies bereft
of trappings. There is a blank space
there, sucking the sky.
The pragmatism had taken over
and I was left over with
the figures in stones.
I am trying to walk again
deep into the woods. The time stands
still. I am ready for an
uncounter with unknown.
25 april 2024
2504wiesiek
25 april 2024
QuartzSatish Verma
24 april 2024
The End StartsSatish Verma
23 april 2024
Three poemsAdam Pietras (Barry Kant)
22 april 2024
Echoes TravelSatish Verma
21 april 2024
od wewnątrzsam53
21 april 2024
2104wiesiek
21 april 2024
Picking RelicsSatish Verma
20 april 2024
To Dying MuseSatish Verma
19 april 2024
The VoyagerSatish Verma