Theme: Life

I Begin To Think

by Satish Verma
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Abdicating the shadows;
totemic.
I return back to dig up the buried
moon from the ruins of poetry.

It benumbs.
No response was coming from
cajoling the black secrets
of time cast.

A storm was raging in a pack
of emptiness. Like a dead fly
between the pages of skulls.
I couldn't find the exact words.

The religion of wish-lists.
Can you find the end of desires?
From thought to thought -
was there any vision?

25-Jan-2013

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