Theme: Life

Can You Take Me to my Home?

The valley holds on, to murder
of moon, behind the trees.
It is dark and clouds are meditating. 

You think of a perfect horror
and a poisoned arrow flies straight
into heart of a blissful sun. 

It is red, splattered on the wounded sky,
scrorched by shrill cries of crows.
It is dawn. 

You feel intense penetration of separateness,
from the beauty of a drop,
reflecting the wholeness of an ocean. 

The stress starts breaking you.
Can you take me to my home, into abeyance?
My wakefulness, reaching by silence? 
  

20-Nov-2011

More By  :  Satish Verma

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