Theme: Life

Valentine

Your body in mud pack 
in line of fire 
suddenly finds a lover. 
I was watching with concern. 

Cup of soul, lined with abrasive desires 
was empty. Do not go raging in the 
sea, to collect the salt. 
The pink eye tells the boom. 

We may meet again, may not. 
I was leaving behind 
a trail of exiled skulls on sand. 
The ghosts had left the home waking up 

On periphery of trembling moon. 
The door did not open for apocalypse. 
I fell over long stemmed roses 
since life was very desperate!

04-Dec-2011

More By  :  Satish Verma

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