Satish Verma

(5-6-1935)

Blind Encounter


Round dahlias.
Your eyes have started speaking.
Let there be a dialogue-

between two lovers-
under the glare of sun-
once again, initiating a tropical storm.

Oscillation.
A tendril moves in swings
to catch a mate.

The body finally surrenders
to a flame. A yellow cinder
starts a white fire.

A cindrella finally walks
out of ashes to find a pen
leafing the pain in colors.

Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 13, 2012
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  • Captain Cur (8/13/2012 12:44:00 AM)

    Your poems are always edgy and interesting.
    Vivid images, impresses the imagination. (Report) Reply

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