Unaging

satishverma

Listening to the voices of silenceā€•
of beautiful triangles,
plagiarizing the
straight lines from nowhere
I lost my way to
find you.

I don't have numbers
nor zeroes. Only angles
to solve my pathless destiny.

In spiral mysteries,
would you ever climb the
stairs of a minaret, reaching moon?

You wanted a black rose
without barbs.

How does the blood flow without veins
on the cheeks of sun?

A hurt activist
disappears in the clouds
without wings.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 6th, 2019 20:04
  • Category: Nature
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