Theme: Life

Waking Up

In dark I perceive soundless steps shifting restlessly
rustling of clothes,
gentle tapping on the window a shadow floats.
I don’t know if I was moving myself trampling sleep.
Persistent insomnia sometimes creates strange images.
Heart will toss the words in silence and I will light the blue flame in stillness.
That skimpy memory of a half-burned corpse in a smoked room haunts me.
I carry the imprint of violence in nerves, throbbing...
A riot of bright colors in bougainvillaea will wake me up in the morning.


More By  :  Satish Verma

Views: 1371     Comments: 0

Name *
Email ID
Comment *
Verification Code*

Can't read? Reload

Please fill the above code for verification.