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Slashed Wound
by Satish Verma
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  In the silence of a nameless night,
the moon invades to bring out secret tears,
a perfect sky quivers...

The smell of human flesh flies,
and the spirit swirls down the history,
your hands seize little gods to get the answers.

How long this meditation on self destruction will continue?
Because of ending, decapitated faith loses eloquence.
The myth of eternal happiness slits the eyes.
Your blood drips from myriad capillaries...
And a new proverb commands the winds.

It opens to the world like a slashed wound, your ruined life.
What was the mortal question of body to the soul?
Living for the day was very painful,
insistence on past was contradictory,
transparency had no consolation.
Absurdity of fog was there to stay.
 
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June 13, 2012
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Comment AWESOME....well-knit words n well written stuff.

drishanblog
06/15/2012 14:44 PM




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