SAVAGE FIRE

satishverma

Does not penetrate, 
it brushes superficially. 
Repeating me, from dot to dot, it leaps. 
The ego performs swift impulses 
blasting the constellations of simple arithmetic. 
Blue sky gives a second thought, 
strange colors appear. 

Love has changed the skyline 
and labels are fading. 
Virginal truth has lost its burning print. 
It flaunts and swears like a theater. 
Bedecked, larger than reality, 
second hand puppets rule the master. 
Empty vessel pours out faith. 

The city walks at dawn, 
night lives in metaphors. 
Gritty myths disturb the neighbourhood, 
salvaging comforts from rumours. 
In dreams we hear the clapping of hands. 
Hopelessness burns me like a savage fire.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 5th, 2014 22:52
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