Theme: Life

The Watchman

by Satish Verma
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Eyes locked,
slowly we drift knowing or not knowing;
A conversation dips in laxity.
The time stood around,
eye-deep, unbelieving steel,
which had bent forgetting the fortress of body.

A narcissus weeps without eyes waiting for the evidence.
A raging moon will not come.
When nightingale stops singing
how will I find your home?

Far away half-naked sun was hiding.
Ungrateful century splits the human species.
Genes are jumping out.
The watchman had left the door.


 

24-Apr-2012

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