All The Questions Poem by Satish Verma

I would ask one day,
how close you were to me
to know my faults?

One day I will not
come home to repeal the dharma
of cosmic order and wars.

The midnight syndrome
looms large. Can you afford
to lose me in existential conflict?

I was not able to
stop the clock or make it
move slowly, when moments
count like words.

Are you listening to
fake people, stubborn lies?
Emotions stirred, you
fly like a blackbird.

So many questions,
promises and escapes.