Theme: Life

Peace for the Living People

by Satish Verma
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A useless space between the sentences,
ghastly story does not end in black and white.
Again the heart cries.
I keep on knocking on the doors and then return to blackness.

Sometimes people become insects.
Cockroaches, ants and spiders, weaving their webs and hills,
crawling, creeping, clawing.
Flesh eaters.
Pouncing upon hapless victims.

Depression.
I am devastated.
Something churns in breast, dousing the spirit, lines and words.
Cannot sit quiet. Agoraphobia.
Don’t want to talk
Somewhere a name crops up.
Saint or beast.

Under the trees there is no shade.
I walk barefoot.
Hungry dogs chasing the flies.
Humidity fills the eyes.
Silence of the night.
City has stopped running.
All the dead will speak now.
Not asking any revenge, but peace for the living people.


 

23-Jun-2012

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