Touching Bottom

by Satish Verma   Oct 27, 2022


I refuse to underrate
the fog, its arithmetic,
bleaching the dark
words in twilight.

Indelible memory.
You don't behave yourself
writing furiously the names
of god in air.

Song was tongueless.
You could hear the nuances
of cords in rhythm.
Without listening you go
into bliss.

The blue rocks. Black birds
come in groups to commit
shared suicide on the
burning earth.

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  • 1 year ago

    by Ricky Story

    Curious. Do we love to die or do we die to love. Or do we love then die or we die, then love

    I pray the ones I live will live forever…
    Death may truely be fictional like many lies but lies can generate truth if devoted

    Rs