Drunk Like Black Stones

satishverma

Drop the million
stars. Don't you go high
in the air. Sky will
do some scandals.

And there was a deeper
meaning. Can you read
between the lines drawn on
the forehead of a blank face?
A sad man's dilemma?

You know what I don't
know. It was upon me to
prove the guilt of mirror. Overnight
it was raining on roses.

So simple but enigmatic.
So many buddhas for many
questions. I will move inwardly
to find you in the jungle of bluebells.

History repeats.
I fall in your autumn.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 7th, 2020 19:23
  • Category: Nature
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  • PoeticBiscuit

    The way you put words together is a masterpiece within itself.



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