A tryst with handler
of birth and death. To go
near him you need to start
describing yourself.
Let's go for love's
coursing without any
delay. You can have an
advanced encounter with destiny.
Sometimes an undisclosed
secret, hangs low on
your lips, but doesn't spill.
You remain hypnotized
by a mantra, like a stilled
cobra looking straight in
your eyes.
A Tango. You want to
dance with pink butterfly
carrying the rhythm
to fall in love with unseen angel.
Here comes a big NO.
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Author:
satishverma (
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Comments1
'that quietude of No
to greet
our expectancy of want
over Need...'
('know thyself': to glean
all, that you Need
accepting, all the rest
are just optional, extra's
in this
our one glimpsed, scene
of existence's
unsurpassably finite: fear)
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