Theme: Life

Scissors

by Satish Verma
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The window was closing. 
Whole life went by, 
to understand oneself, 
trying to find the true meanings of words, 
using myself as a bait.

To read or not to read the unwritten, 
blank page. A dot 
a dash, a comma, parenthesis. 
They were trying to find 
the signature pains. 

A green rust starts burying 
the crumbling wall. The cognitive 
climb gets a setback. Suddenly 
the peeling off starts, of makeup. 
You stand naked.

01-Sep-2013

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