Theme: Life

Backtracking

Leave something for me to imagine. 
A skeleton in a pond 
leaps to the moon. 

In an air bubble 
lies the history of a suspended 
name, wasted away on water. 

A war is declared on the 
family of words, not spoken 
to anguish of man. 

I thought of my sun 
averting a disaster. The sprouts 
will not come out of the earth. 

An enquiry into the nature of 
immanence, leads to starvation. 
The body of truth turns into a snake. 

The revolution within, shows 
a false victory. You start again 
from the ugly fingers.

27-Jan-2013

More By  :  Satish Verma

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