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Lifeboat Between right and wrong,confusion makes a frontal attackon conscience. I search for a human scopebetween stones and dialogues.Larger than the life was death of pursuit.Parting of ways was imminent;while the summer was playing its tuneand sun was piling up sand on sand.It was heat of argumentswhich was furtively trying to kill the antimatter.The descent was steep for the truth.A crescent moon is...... Source : Literature Book
At Brink It was my commitment which wasfollowing me. I elected the timenot the witnesses.My fleshless bones were navigating in pathless psyche for renaissance.Why do I falter again and againwhen judges were becoming the executioners ?Now I want to remember my shadowwho has fallen behind ; my unwanted digression.The fury of a ghost weaves black magic.Fairy tales are dying.Caught in crossfire, I am wading...... Source : Literature Book
Celebrating Death A spider binds them by rivets of hate.Terror smashes the implant.Death keeps the secret of arithmetic.I am trying to find a name.It was difficult to remaina true man, with earthly thoughtsand nothing could wipe out the creationof absurdity.I accept my fault with a nostalgiafor lost innocence.Night with oozing darknessstrangles me with a powerful lasso.I am sleepwalking on the wallA smell of...... Similar Editorial : Celebrating the Couch Potato by Dr. Freddy Davis. | Source : Literature Book
Peacocks Are Dying Daily That is how I injured myselfdesiring the right thing,extracting the reason from charity.I will now pluck off the rage, the silence,the exotica from the frozen valley.Words will become my foes swimming in your eyes.I was listening to your questionswithout becoming a witness; I was my own answer.The time was revengeful. Show was over.We were losing the relevanceand guests had departed.We were...... Similar Editorial : Renew Thyself Daily by Jennifer Hall. | Source : Literature Book
Tide The past and the streetwere reaching nowhere.Existing as long as the dust flies.Mansions were imploding with great noiseA terrible end of a whistlingenclave.The new age had begunof molten glaciersflooding the warm noons.A new version of genocide is coming.Earth, do not cry for fallen trees.A fresh road - map is readyfor the junior breed,who will strut the globe with vengeance.Fear will stalk the...... Source : Literature Book
Potent Absence The assembeled evidence did not workTo save the skin, man was truthfully oblique.Choiceless intimacy was more injurious.I have not learnt the art of durability.A good life tangles like a severed limb.Name was tattoed before committing suicide.It hailed like hell on haemorrhagic reaper.Who will now call for spiritual healing ?Where the window will open, I hardly care.Tiger will be skinned alive for...... Source : Literature Book
Why I Was Alive ? It was a compulsive obsession with teethbut I was bewildered at the mass grave of tongues,for speechless survival of a dumb genrehaunted by non-existent aliens.My knowledge had always been incomplete.I was feeling hot and cold at the same timebaffled by the change in colour of the skinunused, unbuttoned for centuries.Contour of corpse was varying with the earthlistening human cries at the feet of...... Source : Literature Book
Tranqility I do not want to see an apparitionwalking on the roadbanging his head on walls.Desperately I was seeking tranquility.Even after his murderhe had risen from mythsfrom his secret forages in cemeteriesof truth.The spirit in the vaultfluttering its wingsvoiceless in a shouting crowd.Divine failureof mortal remainseternally daring in inferno.Satish Verma
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Climb The Hill Young days start with a nostalgiafor a lost freedomAnxiety was the prime suspect.As the age moves on,truth consumes the virtue.I hold this insultin the throes of conscience with tears.The dreams did not last longin the wild eyes of geniuses.Grace and dignity fell short of sinners.The prince of blackness strodeon the white souls.I could not have been a witnessof paradox.Lacked in the old booksI...... Similar Editorial : Windham Hill Inn by Norm Goldman. | Source : Drama Literature
Exploding Silence In cry of faith, I was tryingto maintain purity of hope.Hope of an opening bud on the rose bush.The slit eyes were frozenunwilling to meltthe impenetrable dew.The humility suffersI am going to revert to liesfor the sake of foes.Between the moments of peacesilence explodes,trembling on the lips.Death was alive in heart.Weeping toes trace the primitivepath of birth,scorched by prudence. SATISH VERMA...... Similar Editorial : Silence of the Lambs by Oscar Bruce. | Source : Drama Literature
Intentional Suicide Talking of earthly heart,stuck in a mire,I believe that the guilt of not building the roadwas genuine.Beyond the sad realizationthe role of witness was futile.Life had become an apprentice of deceitspreading out chessboard on small pretexts.Without accepting the will of god,failing to protectthe lines on the faces,was it an intentional suicide ?Collecting the fragments of sorrowI do not want to...... Source : Drama Literature
Inhaling The Earth When insects were crawlingdreams had contradictions,A sudden drop in temperaturebrought the quantum touch.Ending of the griefor grief of endingrejected every intact truthand death was trailing behind the candle.Fear and agony were followingthe footfalls of nightBlindness was weaving a broken moon.The time will not be answerable for any plight.Corners of childhood brighten upfor sweet nothingsI...... Similar Editorial : Globular Nature of Earth by Mohammad Ali Abid. | Source : Drama Literature
Unending Nothingness It was not worth it.Building of castles on the dirty roads.Offering spiritual coalitionof unscented certainties.Admission of reversing the course of riverdoes not exonerate.Mind polluted, face dripping with fantasiesclairvoyance, but confirming nothing.Quasi-tales mingling with factstake you to summer of hopes.You are not here. I feel a cheap anonymity.Charred body, clayey hands building a tomb...... Source : Drama Literature
Takes Over My thoughts halt at your lipsbeyond lies your silenceto start a voyage in snowy dialoguesto find a meaning of futile lifeand trash of the myths.Our entwined life has chosenconsolation of past,We are still alivekicking and reveling.A shadow imitates the Godmeditates under the unyielding tree.The fugitive may find some greatnessin insult.The vastness of lonelinessultimately takes over. SATISH...... Similar Editorial : It Takes Money by William Cate. | Source : Drama Literature
Dignified Retreat To cover your inadequacyyou were bending yourconsciousness.Thinking and again thinking for a thingthat was nothing.Today I am not meand I want to betray myself.A low tide moon hangs on a tall treeI will write a script on solitudeof night.You don't want to comeback from your grief.The fuming sapcascades between the gnarled shoots ofwoody trunk, wasted life.Stumps my monuments.The grass burns with...... Similar Editorial : Furnishing Your Weekend Retreat by Morris E. R.J. . Brown. | Source : Drama Literature
