DEPARTURE

satishverma

Your absence was left beside me 
for the white salt, 
unsolicited, unbroken wants. 

Asking to return 
the dried roses 
pressed between the pages of talking book. 

Counting only the dying fireworks 
the hissing sparks, 
left in the unwrapped bones and skin. 

In my solitude I reach your smell, 
your lips still warming my vessel, 
my drink. 

Vindicating the tarred hurts, 
the never name, 
and twisted lyrics.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 6th, 2013 22:37
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  • baj-a

    truly and amazing and provocative write. so many feelings wrapped up in your beautiful words.



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