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Theme: Despair

Savage Fire

Does not penetrate, it brushes superficially.
Repeating me, from dot to dot, it leaps.
The ego performs swift impulses
blasting the constellations of simple arithmetic.

Blue sky gives a second thought, strange colors appear.
Love has changed the skyline and labels are fading.
Virginal truth has lost its burning print.
It flaunts and swears like a theater.
Bedecked, larger than reality,
second hand puppets rule the master.

Empty vessel pours out faith.
The city walks at dawn, night lives in metaphors.
Gritty myths disturb the neighbourhood,
salvaging comforts from rumours.
In dreams, we hear the clapping of hands.
Hopelessness burns me like a savage fire.


 

07-Apr-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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