Theme: Life

Vibrations

The battle lines were drawn. 
While drinking the sun 
I set myself ablaze 

A hooded dilemma 
of his kindness 
starts boiling in chaotic dissonance. 

A backlash stops a self-search. 
Who am I and why do I belong 
in the spinning of descent. 

There were flames in every home 
and biting dust of the moon. 
Where the man will go. 

The birth’s print and death’s answer 
had the bidding game. 
I was standing in the middle. 

09-Dec-2010

More By  :  Satish Verma

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