Theme: Life

Freaking Out

by Satish Verma
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Before the spill there was soaring...
And then anti-g.
I readied myself for the ultimate fall.
This was the poetry of submission sharing the pain of disillusionment.
Who was pretending of liberation in a see-through heart?
This was the time when you run amok under pheromones of dead clones:
the drowned dreams. Pelting stones at moon we were made for each other.

19-Sep-2012

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