Theme: Life

Of Gods and Virgins

by Satish Verma
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Treading on burning cinders
it was a saga of fear versus unknown.
Stripped, before drooping eyes scarred,
armless, unflying...
Into the regeneration phase:
not a single word,
single concern of yourself,
you walked to arrive
without adding a question.

There was a movement
without ripples,
death of the black, mottled, many.
I, becoming transcendental
scion of whole,
sincere entity.

Melting to start a romance
in the house of petals,
of fragrant pheromones
deluging the phoenix.
To want the crowd,
select a colossus cadaver
spreading on mushrooms
in field erect a man in white bones,
unrivalled jealousy
of virgins and gods.
 

14-Jul-2012

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