satishverma

Otherness

A silent presence
huddled in the dark corner
starts a notional dialogue
with a trust default.

I intend to proceed to-
explore the dementia,
accepting the uncertinity
of human symbol.

Snatched by ascending
tomorrow, you are not yourself
today, I am not myself,
clinging to sleeveless death.

Fear hauls you up on the
brazen rocks, you stand
alone in sun to find your toes
breaking the sound waves.

Comments1

  • lysistrata

    "Fear hauls you up on the
    brazen rocks, you stand
    alone in sun to find your toes
    breaking the sound waves."

    This is superb.Thank you.



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