Theme: Life


Being alone, 
writing poetry 
to meet the infinity 
on paper. 

The words will not come 
to me. I am trying 
to catch the moment. 
One by one - 

I light the candles, 
watching you slithering. 
A transient truce 
with my hands. 

Collecting the broken 
light years. Enter 
into the eyes. O river. The hunger 
to trap you is increasing.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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