Thinking Deep

satishverma

Have not we reached
maximus? The perception
lingers on... and on.

Noways. Almost,
caught in the pincers trap.

The handcuffed
blue moon hides his face
after the guilt was washed.

The courtyard was
cleaned off the
stains of the blood tears.

Nihilism was not
mine. You had forced
the sweet tongue in me.

No need to shut
the door. The keeper was
dead. The bell will
not toll for the end today.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2021 19:26
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    'Nihilism was not
    mine. You had forced
    the sweet tongue in me.'
    contagion - this neediness to commune with other's, subjecting ourselves
    to their poisonous does of self-hate
    as-if, we hadn't baggage aplenty
    to poison others with..
    another great write, thanks for inspiring my little scribbled reply



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