RAGS AND RICHES

satishverma

Deep blue, almost black, 
sadness. 
Being, 
my ache of existence. 

Eyes, no body in focus. 
A grey cloud 
rowing the moon 
amidst red stars. 

Bronzed tongue 
digs the spirit 
out of flesh 
behind the shadows. 

Alone me 
in unlived house of rags, 
looking beyond the walls 
other side of tomorrow.

Satish Verma

  • Author: satishverma (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 11th, 2013 22:14
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  • baj-a

    the imagery is both eye opening and intriguing. bronzed tongue digs the spirit ouf of flesh behind the shadows... awesome!



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