I Was Always Angry

by Satish Verma

Whole world hides in your liquid eyes,
I need to return to my consciousness,
to change my verse.

The dry air has wiped out the beautiful words
sitting on the edge,
of a meaning I write a new song.

Discovering your forgotten self, was a pain,
I always avoided.
Years touched me softly, on the temples in vain.

Dumb I was with grief, threading a pile of memories,
to know my other self.
Somewhere a god smiles on me.

God of my mud and water, wide open like a father,
who never died.
The moon slaughters my clouds.
I was always angry with my odd appearance.

07-Feb-2012

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