SWEET REVENGE

satishverma

It is, 
what do you not say 
I read the dusk 
on your eyes. 
Unspoken words 
hammering! 

A timer, 
quartz clock, 
ball bearings, pellets 
croissant of terror. 

Suspicious of the lady 
riding on crest 
responsible, 
for the happenings. 

Fear, 
hair raising, 
turns back the centuries. 
We lose, 
ourselves!

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 3rd, 2013 23:05
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  • baj-a

    You are so right! it is the unspoken words that speak the loudest and often the harshest and cruelest.



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