A leopardess dies on a tree.
No molestation was reported.
Exploring your breast
why were you throwing salt ?
As if almost needing a space
you ran to top. A solid truth
looks like a quasicrystal
against the nature.
Unbosoming myself I am
traveling in vacuum. Empty
hands don’t hold any ancestors.
I am carrying my unborn voice.
Now don’t cry, don’t. You are
reaching home at the end of a
tunnel. A featureless fog will let you in,
in a fatherless world.
Satish Verma
Time off from the chaotic rhythm of the office
Exhausted from a long day’s work
Never mind, for tomorrow is a chance to peep
In the blue haze of early morning
Another day, another chance
Of a wishful thinking of the seventh heaven
That a Godsend may soon fall to earth in drops
To break the silence of the morning
I need the rain to accompany me
And lull me into a deep therapeutic easiness
Unbosoming the thoughts of turning back time
Between playful stomping and dancing on water puddles
The cloud drifted on to reveal a blinding cloudburst
The first sign of a light drizzle gave hope
Therefore, I looked upward to the gossamer layers of clouds
As railing rains trickle down my face
I opened my parched lips and closed my eyes to kiss the rain
23 February 2013
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