Theme: Life

Blindfolded

A dented version of an old grudge,
blackened lips with an elite song,
your relentless search ends
in a terminal shock,
nursing a green wound.
That anguish was still there,
and the wild anger sprawled on hidden fractures,
false teeth, and twisted spy glasses.
Sky falling silent in terrible gloom of centuries.
Blindfolded we are led for a ceremony
of total dedication,
drinking opiates
from the cupped hands of a silver god,
with alien innocence and silent submission.
I stare at the changing colors of world
shifting like summer dunes,
dancing on the graves,
in dripping dew of midnight moon,
salt of tears.
 

18-Jan-2012

More By  :  Satish Verma

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