Theme: Life

Liberation

by Satish Verma
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When I flew into a storm 
my words collided with thunder 
and stars fell on ashes of dead. 
I wanted to scream. Seeking a freeze 
on past. Future was stretching its arms. 
A calling. Erratic explosions? 

The ruins were becoming worthy 
of worship. Hunger exudes the trapped 
smell. You light an earthen lamp for 
split masks, the face will never be known. 

Only there were two concrete eyes 
darting without thoughts, telling without sound. 
There is no water, only million suns.

05-Dec-2010

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