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Crossroads

Folder: 
Satish Verma

At crisis of 
inquiry, you search 
the questions. 

Life throws up a savage violence. 
Bruising our psychies 
we try to know each other. 

At the end of the road, 
we try to start a conversation. 
There was a huge presence― 
of some unseen force. 

Much ado, looking 
through each other. Would 
you call me again? 

Let there be a brutal 
confession. I take back 
my words and rewrite a poem.

The end is the Beginning and the Beginning is the end

Day after day,

night after night

you fight

 

Again and again,

rebooting,

starting the process all

over

 

Reliving the experience

just so you can relive it again

 

Round and round.

spinning the wheel

 

But going knowhere;

just going in circles.

 

Starting where you finish,

and finishing where your start.

 

Day,

Night

 

Night,

Day,

 

What difference does it make?

 

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Simulation Incomplete

Playing with the action figures

 

Simulating the battle,

 

Preparing for War

 

Childhood training

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

You teach yourself how to fight at a young age.

LEGO

Slowly building the legos,

 

Constructing this city

 

Much time spent

 

Contemplating the form

 

Planning the foundations

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Rome wasn't built in a day.

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Derailed

I have no friends;

I live in a box of

puzzles and secrets

 

I fight a war with myself

trying to win but its always

a stalemate

 

I try to be productive

but always question

"whats the point"?

 

My thoughts derail

me like a train

 

and its such a catastrophe

that is hard to get going again

 

Would just rather like lie there like a

dead body and never get up

 

 

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Why?

My life is hell,

I want it to end

 

Everyday becoming

more and more dull

 

Still not feeling any

better,

 

Still feeling the same 

way

 

Others know how to cope

and deal 

 

Some simply cannot stomach

the horror that existence is

 

 

Daily Struggle

This itch,

this burn

 

This pain,

this regret

 

This confusion,

this hate,

 

Feeling trapt

in thoughts,

 

Feeling claustrophobic

inside my head

 

Just want it to end,

sick of this existence

 

No solution to the problem,

 

2018 is 2017

2018 feels no different

then 2017

and 2017 feels no different

then 2016

 

No matter what year it is;

mentally speaking it makes no difference

 

I don't feel aged or progressed;

it all is bullshit

I Will Not Agree

Folder: 
Satish Verma

This was the first 
evidence of altered genes. 
Keeping you in abeyance, the 
barbs fly from lips to lips. 
It is pitch dark. 
Reaching the tortuous path of climb, 
unabashedly you want to say 
it is over. 
At the edge of hurts. 
What was your pride? Very 
private, very distant, thinking 
to and fro, when someone wants to pull you back. 
Do some questions arise? 
Are you ready to talk? 
The sermons, the prayers won't 
help you become a subject― 
to unseen god. 
The delusion of being chased 
begins. Truth becomes silent. 
Will nihilism overtake?