Flying In Dark Poem by Satish Verma
Flying In Dark
Meeting my twin soul―
for the first time,
in abeyance of any evidence.
Cutting myself―
to know the truth of undoing
of a voodoo in random
violence.
Why you had many different
lives to lead a client―
heritage, paying debt of
wronged dreams?
While lying to yourself,
you fell in trap and moved
away from yourself?
I will be seeing
my counterpart daily in my
thoughts to solve the global puzzle.
Why didn't I bite the Apple?
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4/24/2024 7:06:46 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Interesting as usual. You explore inner truths and come up with the strength of your ego which seems mighty important So where are you, the apple once bitten goes brown and dissolves, implodes. The twin is the mirror inverse is that person less an egotist or more. I wonder