sometimes he was talking to flowers, 
asking their names. 

In the house 
that never sleeps, 
infidelity brings the charm. 

Intense gravity 
excoriates the crotch. 
A supernova is born. 

Worlds apart, 
I am there, 
where you were not. 

A burnt-out wall and broken window 
were left to tell the tale, 
but door was still there shut.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 30th, 2013 22:47
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  • baj-a

    for some reason this poem left me with a chilling feeling of doom. very powerful verses. the last verse and last line are especially powerful.

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