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The body was arched in a denial mode on the rose bed, unsettling human emotion in the train of lots. A broken chain of thoughts outranking the holiness of crime. I am not getting the signals of fire, sparks or flames. Only smoke on the mirror. It was becoming a murder, discarding the clay, terracotta, color in Indian summer. A sensuous dance begins, on the mobiles. The portfolio contains the numbers of streets for total annihilation so the visual footprints will disappear. The mathematical progress of genes halts. Million fingers will write history of wailing waves, frightened of hot winds. SATISH VERMA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 12/30/2010 6:15:00 PM
Verma..,, enjoyed your poem. Stopping by to wish you lots of cheers & joy this comming new year.. May you always find new ways to share your talent and imagination with us here at the soup. Happy new year to you and your family,, God bless,.miss.p.d.
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Date: 12/30/2010 7:20:00 AM
Very visual - this is good
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Date: 12/30/2010 5:25:00 AM
I enjoyed reading your amazing poetry this morning Satish. I will be back after the New Year to read more of your poetry. Wishing you a very Happy New Year. Love, Carol
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