Theme: Life

The Whispering Silence

Bleeding the sea 
For brown seaweeds,
I was trading the tides. 

Talking me blind; 
Kissing on my face, 
O moon, you were reading 
the dark earth. 

To awaken myself,
I prick my fingers to collect 
The fractured thoughts. 
The ospreys were expected

To land for laying eggs. 
I will seed the clouds, 
To bring in rains, to 
Wash the stains.

14-Sep-2013

More By  :  Satish Verma

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