Theme: Life

Unworded

The search was absolute, truth was not.
The shades of impermanence and flowing emotions merged.
I stood between the reality and tilting shadows of time zones.
The distance had created metaphors and I was weary of pretentions.
The deep sorrow nurtured a grain of truth, an essence of time.
Earth shuddered in the process of integumentation.

I trampled on the grass as if to find the ozone.
Impatience scattered the wings.
I smelled the stone.
Take me not to gloom of death, the immeasurable pain
I will find the ultimate path.
It was not easy to uncondition the lips.
Mute genes had become my potency.
Unworded a voice rose in the east, I squirmed.

27-Mar-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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