Theme: Life


Indulging in self-obsessed navel watch for greedy eyes 
like a cloud of saliva around the amygdale, they 

walk on sands fudging, seizing contradictions, 
smelling of raw flesh and salt, an extinction spring. 

The seeds are floating as parachutes between the 
burnt-out lures. Everything splits into sparks 

charging the air. The guilt looms large, arches 
like an octopus, riveting before an artful design. 

Just one lump of sugar on peripheral fields to 
dilate the pupils in dark baking the bones. 

Let us swim up to the wall, wild in our groins 
tie up the shoelaces and climb the portrait.


More By  :  Satish Verma

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