How To Do Prophesying?

satishverma

In grim moments,
quivering with fear,
separating the tears
from buried eyes.

How will you break up
your life from the
stanzaic epic?

The painting remains
incomplete. You don't want
to touch the colors.

Like snowflakes
I am creating a design
of your thoughts.

Sirius will not
rise today over the hill.
It was a rainy night.

There were dark
clouds, even at doors.

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 21st, 2022 19:39
  • Category: Nature
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  • L. B. Mek

    brooding doorways, engulfed
    in rampant ego's
    we seek, footsteps as guide
    and handy trappings, to lament
    inking, wishes as truth's
    wincing, as we read back
    and far too - belatedly, realise
    that night rain
    was necessary, to wash away
    our moon rivers
    of regret..



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