Theme: Life

Who Was Me?

A misbelief breaks into rags.
Still I dream of some gods
on black pages
piecing together the words of light.
The rains come in the cage of tears,
voicelessly.
Striated muscles of splintered faith
go to cramps
birthing the avatar without a mother.
I will pick up now nothingness
from the bounty of silence,
of a stunning question.
 

27-Aug-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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