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Asphyxia

The dark energy brings a little death, everytime you throw a lighted torch at – the hunched mass of a wounded pride when you were wanting a wayout from within in vain. A neurotic dilemma to arrive or not to arrive for the final act of – kicking the bucket. Silence one day will speak to me in whispers for a beautiful elegy of a charred remains of a renegade god who always wanted a silver rain. Satish Verma

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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