Theme: Life

Non-Real

by Satish Verma
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My brothers killed me for a song
an antithesis to kiss for a chaste tree.
I hold my viscera in cupped palms.
Their eyes burn like flaming windows.

An evening primrose smiles at my stupidity.
Questions have no full stop, I grieve.
Why did they punish me, for my lone voice?
I die daily amidst the barbed Hawthorns
for the sake of posterity.

The ribbed cage of desolation, in the kingdom of potencies.
The innocence drops like a terrified mirror on floor.
Death will obliterate the lights from blue eyes.

I adored a dream, which always stayed in shadows,
The moon will grab a cloud, creating a music of eternity.
The non-real will become a solid absolute.
 

06-May-2012

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