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Private Moorings

searching for words in continuum of incompleteness, it was a trickle at first, then a free fall, cerebral fury: I am becoming expansive, so apposed to verbatim of shrieks, only in whispers I will talk to delphiniums, I would walk inside the time capsule, come and sit besides me for a while, I am tired of this ghost town, and fleeing shadows of waning luminories on the horizon in half-naked blooms;on different shores U-boats are being lowered with torpedos. I am waiting for the hurricane SATISH VERMA

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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