Theme: Life

Deadpan

The night calling. I start 
the search for survivors. 
A loquacious day shuns 
the clouds. 

A black hole. I move in circles. 
A star was going down in an 
abyss. To think, was a taboo subject. 
A naivete' towards perceiving. 

You can keep your eyes open 
and not discern any frame. 
A hand will not find another 
hand in neighbourhood. 

There was less sexism without 
the chair. The paradox was
nobody wanted to discuss the 
markers of malignancy. 

The house was up for the sale 
deleted from the manuscript.

21-Mar-2013

More By  :  Satish Verma

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