A Celestial Missive

satishverma

One strange movement 
stops. You won't conform 
an angel's thought dream. 
And I will not give in to an epithet 
for paradigm shift. 

Unblinkingly you stare through 
me weighing my 
dewy eyes. They had spilled the ink 
of heart. Subatomically, a mass 
becomes a howl of unheard scream. 

I want you for all the 
pores of my consciousness. On a 
blank paper you will write a betrayal 
of cuckoo. The small songbird 
cries in joy. 

An earthern lamp burns 
tirelessly. I cover the flame with 
my palm to give you a handprint 
of my waist.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 22nd, 2019 19:29
  • Category: Nature
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  • Laura🌻

    Exceptional!

  • psychofemale

    nicely written 🙂

  • kevin browne

    Yeah, this is identical to an angels dream. keep your dreams alive.



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