satishverma

Diet Of Tears

The kiss of the wasp
still burns on
my lips. I will ask
the love, what was your age?

The words suck
the essence of unspoken
grief, when life turns
around to say goodbye.

When would you breach
the dam and submerge the
desert of beautiful cacti?
They hold the sap of last journey.

Myriad stars compete
with me to know my
worth in dark. A rolling
death of swans has dried up the lake.

Here goes the killer
of songs. Do not start
bidding to live.

Comments2

  • L. B. Mek

    such great imagery! poetry
    of tears trapped within cacti of bitter goodbye
    and when you look up
    for that last threadbare ark of a guiding light:
    'Myriad stars compete
    with me to know my
    worth in dark. A rolling
    death of swans has dried up the lake.'

  • Brimelow

    Fabulous imagery, feels totally novel and unexplored. Really like the creativity.



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