Connived by Satish Verma SignUp
Boloji.com
Channels

In Focus

 
Analysis
Cartoons
Education
Environment
Opinion
Photo Essays
 
 

Columns

 
Business
Random Thoughts
 
 

Our Heritage

 
Architecture
Astrology
Ayurveda
Buddhism
Cinema
Culture
Festivals
Hinduism
History
People
Places
Sikhism
Spirituality
 
 

Society & Lifestyle

 
Health
Parenting
Perspective
Recipes
Society
Teens
Women
 
 

Creative Writings

 
Book Reviews
Computing
Humor
Individuality
Literary Shelf
Memoirs
Quotes
Stories
Travelogues
Workshop
 
 
Theme: Life Share This Page
Connived
by Satish Verma
Bookmark and Share
  Weaving fine fibres of unripe 
beliefs, from a fire base, a blue bird 

scrambles, shading the stone valley. 
There was no thrift for the cadavers. 

The burnt relics were eating away the greens 
of tearful eyes. Sun was slugging again. 

A gag, a prison, a list; the trial was not 
ending. A smell of burning leaves from a 

guilt of smouldering garden, seeps through 
the procession of thoughts, something which 

cannot be questioned. Red blossoms of 
clouds distract the blue flames of stars.
Share This:
March 09, 2011
More By: Satish Verma
Views: 1099      Comments: 0




Name *
Email ID
 (will not be published)
Comment *
Verification Code*
Can't read? Reload
Please fill the above code for verification.



 
 
 
 
 
 
1999-2021 All Rights Reserved
 
No part of this Internet site may be reproduced without prior written permission of the copyright holder
.