Unpouring Grief

satishverma

Between you and me
there was no sound.
In oneness, I reached
your peaks.

It was a naked bloom
of jasmines. I smell the
duality. Would you come
for a rendezvous?

Pure as a glacier fall,
the silver-dark of moonless
night, I was waiting
for the ripples.

The bells, blue bells, start
echoing the cries. It was
not a kill. The invisible
was executed.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 16th, 2017 23:17
  • Category: Nature
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Comments1

  • Terry dailey

    Well written great poem. The flowers in your poem bring life but show death. ... The invisible execution brough seen life to my day good job poet.



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