Theme: Life


In the shell lies the eye of a dark sea
I call for a boat in delirium.
Waves drown the hunger of a climax.
I do not know where all the gulls have gone?
Time slips like flesh between the knuckles
and an extra pain of your separation.

I am shipwrecked on the slopes of whispers
and don’t want to have a second death.
Looking back at the years as a sentence in exile,
I never reached home.
Ultimately you need the hunchback to climb the stairs. 


More By  :  Satish Verma

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