Creative Shame

Folder: 
Satish Verma

Neglecting the presence of choiceless 
pain, I became singular and I said 
I would not allow the life 
slip through my fingers. 

Looking inside, beneath the rags 
of awakening, makes you to rebel 
against the decadent forgiveness. 
Belief in dying was a reversed nightmare. 

Till the arteries explode in the limbs. 
A robot kindles the hope to walk 
without a brain and I grieve for the 
death of a nightingale in the woods. 

I will knead the invisible universe, 
roll it to the stone wall of conscience. 
Age will undo the million dreams 
behind the creative shame.

Astral_Tides's picture

Such brilliant words when

Such brilliant words when they are allocated in the ways you choose them to be.

The last stanza here blew the roof off of my sky, thats a good thing.

Bravo word sculptor.


"The stars awaken a certain reverence, because though always present, they are inaccessible; but all natural objects make a kindred impression, when the mind is open to their influence." R.W.E.