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City of Stones
by Satish Verma
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  Anointment of any prefix was hurting
I started shedding the names.
To fill the void, dialogues were not sufficient.
So many of thorns, without seeing, in flesh,
reading the closed mind, to reach the inner blue.

After dark bloody spills on the rose petals,
you stagger on white tendons;
cracking the fright, peeling off the truth.
How nervous was the death to tread in.

In the pit, no sound, no hiding.
Deep down was hung a turmoil
calling a name,
when night was sad and lightning was lifting the clouds.

The city of stones in me,
the solar system, the galaxies,
were stumbling out in defeat.
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January 11, 2012
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