Theme: Life

Stripping to the Bones

by Satish Verma
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Now me, now not, a thought is always there.
My genes navigate on collapsing walls,
words, dark mind, broken dreams.
But thought is always there.

I hold on firmly to sounds, voices, tongues,
the thought is always there.
Brain goes into a nameless friction,
of aimless voyage
I rediscover the myth and abandon
the zone of thoughts.

Distance becomes a wailing music.
Sitting between the flesh and bones
I recognise the relic of a window.

Let us drop the years, become timeless,
empty and hollow.
Egocentric wind violates the lungs.
We cannot sing in praise of earth.

I walk through the body,
stripping to the bones, to find the seeds.
I refuse to pluck the flowers.
 

18-Mar-2012

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