Mum is the word
When I started seeing you, needs were
accumulating. A great paradox.
The price is high for stoicism.
My inner life gets battering
Give me something to think of escape.
It was not a deliverance. I was learning
daily from the elixirs, a prudent toxin.
The other story is simple. It was the game of
enchanting annihilation.
Miracles sometimes suffer in the hands of
ordinary. The scales start tilting. No body
stops for you. Grief becomes your partner,
Silence in your bed.
The silence is ultimately the moment of
truth. Truth erases the lie and seals a
kiss of death.
Satish Verma
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MUM IS THE WORD…
When I started seeing you, needs were
accumulating.
A great paradox.
The price is high for stoicism.
My inner life gets battering
Give me something to think of escape.
It was not a deliverance. I was learning
daily from the elixirs, a prudent toxin.
The other story is simple. It was the game of
enchanting annihilation.
Miracles sometimes suffer in the hands of
ordinary. The scales start tilting. No body
stops for you. Grief becomes your partner,
Silence in your bed.
The silence is ultimately the moment of
truth. Truth erases the lie and seals a
kiss of death.
Satish Verma
——————————————————————
MUM IS THE WORD…
When I started seeing you, needs were
accumulating.
A great paradox.
The price is high for stoicism.
My inner life gets battering
Give me something to think of escape.
It was not a deliverance. I was learning
daily from the elixirs, a prudent toxin.
The other story is simple. It was the game of
enchanting annihilation.
Miracles sometimes suffer in the hands of
ordinary. The scales start tilting. No body
stops for you. Grief becomes your partner,
Silence in your bed.
The silence is ultimately the moment of
truth. Truth erases the lie and seals a
kiss of death.
Satish Verma
——————————————————————
MUM IS THE WORD…
When I started seeing you, needs were
accumulating. A great paradox.
The price is high for stoicism.
My inner life gets battering
Give me something to think of escape.
It was not a deliverance. I was learning
daily from the elixirs, a prudent toxin.
The other story is simple. It was the game of
enchanting annihilation.
Miracles sometimes suffer in the hands of
ordinary. The scales start tilting. No body
stops for you. Grief becomes your partner,
Silence in your bed.
The silence is ultimately the moment of
truth. Truth erases the lie and seals a
kiss of death.
Satish Verma
——————————————————————
MUM IS THE WORD…
When I started seeing you, needs were
accumulating. A great paradox.
The price is high for stoicism.
My inner life gets battering
Give me something to think of escape.
It was not a deliverance. I was learning
daily from the elixirs, a prudent toxin.
The other story is simple. It was the game of
enchanting annihilation.
Miracles sometimes suffer in the hands of
ordinary. The scales start tilting. No body
stops for you. Grief becomes your partner,
Silence in your bed.
The silence is ultimately the moment of
truth. Truth erases the lie and seals a
kiss of death.
Satish Verma
——————————————————————
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION.
