DEJA-VU

Red moon emerges

on the brown hill

surrogates for sun

stars were watching.

 

A raw resemblance

music of indigo

trimming the life.

 

Truth must suffer

in agony

for inverse pain of illusion.

 

Ephemeral, but

thing of existential restraint;

body in deep meditation.

 

Humiliation strikes,

comes as anesthesia

dream of deja-vu.

Only one reaches the aim.

 

SATISH VERMA