Theme: Life

Lunar Touch

The space covers me now.
Words stayed too long
beyond the thoughts of me and my landscape.
A burst of silence soaks me.
What was history, a voyage to rough awakening?
 
Absence of a voice makes me suffer again.
My religion burns. Life is a dark smoke.
I will write a message on your palm.

Give me a breather, the distances make me sad.
Black dust drifts through the slits of our predictions.
At least I know what I am.
On a sunny day I break a mirror.
My fingers slide like scissors, open the envelope.

I know it has a sermon, I don’t want to read.
The depression has a lunar touch.
I break a flower into hundred petals.

05-Apr-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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