Bumpy Ride

satishverma

It was a lethal dip
in meaningless seduction of
hollow moon.

We were talking of
climactic events of ancient
pains without footprints, in whispers.
There was no issue. No sparring.

You place your ego first,
like the narcissist tendency of
black hole. It was ready
to devour anything.

Vibrations start when in
storm two dark caves meet in
jungle of irreverent words.

The sharp curves will not
take a bone of contention
for nothing.

I will keep on prodding
your stooping shoulders
to stand erect.

Nothing else will count.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 10th, 2020 20:33
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Vibrations start when in
    storm two dark caves meet in
    jungle of irreverent words.'

    'I will keep on prodding
    your stooping shoulders
    to stand erect.

    Nothing else will count.'
    just Brilliant!



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