The Essence Of Nothingness

Satish Verma

Mind goes blank. 
In the interim relief- I will wake 
with the moon tonight, 
to inherit your pain. 

Picking up the marbles 
you nurture the memories. 
In your speechlessness- 
you have spoken a Buddha. 

Buried in lake you dig out 
the incense of life. 
A rumor breathes.The untrounced 
myth becomes the angel. 
Will you meet the danger again? 

The wounds were 
becoming older.You want to 
start the fight afresh? Against 
the inevitable? 
Why you were growing the sage?