Moth-Eaten by Satish Verma SignUp
Boloji.com
Channels

In Focus

 
Analysis
Cartoons
Education
Environment
Opinion
Photo Essays
 
 

Columns

 
Business
Random Thoughts
 
 

Our Heritage

 
Architecture
Astrology
Ayurveda
Buddhism
Cinema
Culture
Festivals
Hinduism
History
People
Places
Sikhism
Spirituality
 
 

Society & Lifestyle

 
Health
Parenting
Perspective
Recipes
Society
Teens
Women
 
 

Creative Writings

 
Book Reviews
Computing
Humor
Individuality
Literary Shelf
Memoirs
Quotes
Stories
Travelogues
Workshop
 
 
Theme: Life Share This Page
Moth-Eaten
by Satish Verma
Bookmark and Share
  There was a geometric progression
in movement of truth and dreams.
Candles snuffed out in moon light,
were dripping bloody tears.

My lips tasted the salt,
accepted the basket of wounds.
A sacred gift, you still cannot read the eyes.
Night lifts a crescent moon on slaughtered clouds.
Diaspora of stars burn their love poems.
I collect the pebbles to build a path.

The arthritic branches will never know,
how love was evaporated from the trees?
Signatures were ahead of times,
giving up, their names to childhood.
We turned into dots.

The sorrow started an enquiry into wilting of words.
Life was to be read as a book,
pages moth-eaten and yellow.


 
Share This:
February 15, 2012
More By: Satish Verma
Views: 793      Comments: 0




Name *
Email ID
 (will not be published)
Comment *
Verification Code*
Can't read? Reload
Please fill the above code for verification.



 
 
 
 
 
 
 
1999-2021 All Rights Reserved
 
No part of this Internet site may be reproduced without prior written permission of the copyright holder
.