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In Thoughtless Mind

By Satish Verma | Category :: Poem

That fleeting incandescence
was branded witch
in grotto of a cloud.
For the first time I saw
your face in water.

You said this is manic
depression talking to flowers
and seeing a bizarre
apparition in dark blue sky.

What was the thing called
arrival? Every moment
a truth dies before
your eyes.

Between laughter and tears
I touch your eyes. Is that real?
And your brown ankles
walking on white snow.

I am soliciting a bloodstained
floor for a dance.

By Satish Verma | Apr 28, 2015 | Category > Poem >Nature | Comments | Views 1342

 
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