Deja-vu Red moon emergeson the brown hillsurrogates for sunstars were watching.A raw resemblancemusic of indigotrimming the life.Truth must sufferin agonyfor inverse pain of illusion.Ephemeral, butthing of existential restraint;body in deep meditation.Humiliation strikes,comes as anesthesiadream of deja-vu.Only one reaches the aim.SATISH VERMA
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Tender Hands Let time handle anguish of inward truth.Me, you and him are making a crowd.Hands were spinning a wheel of silence.The cause steps in without a noise.Shaky words were skiming my interior.No instrument, still the tune was heard.Enough to carve grains of wood,where the sobs are cradling in eyes.World belongs to fractional weights,color of hills and shape of thighs.He did not connect, nor did he admit...... Similar Editorial : Hands Free Transmission Technology by sue webster. | Source : Literature Book
Essence Secret death of questioning ghost,isolation:I was trying to hide behind sentiments.For wholeness?Walking backwardlearning the artto leave at right time.Escape defoliation.My inner green.A half-moon entangles in your hair,a faraway look in blank eyesspeaks for eloquent silence.Who are you?getting arrested by darkness again.Flame, only blue flame burns alone.Despair of essence.SATISH VERMA ...... Similar Editorial : The Essence of Infidelity by Susan Sheppard. | Source : Literature Book
Genesis Dread of landscape, lost visionfear of grave,though he had loved to love the cosmic eternity,honored the freedom of death,aqueduct of life.Inevitable desires squeezed him,the dunes were rising.Who was he to interpret ?Pain was no celebration.As yet the genesis was never established;reincarnation of uglinesswas always evident,probably a deliverance of nature,like destroying each other in counter...... Similar Editorial : Genesis Veracity by Brent Riggs. | Source : Literature Book
Tutor Cannot climb a golden ladderto reach for a nimbus.something is happening to my limbs.Light will not escape from the shadowI will follow the dark horizon.A bridge was necessaryto cover the icemy foot prints were floating on the water.My bounteous mother,I will remember your tearsas a parting gift !My chemistry is boilingcould you not swipe a spiderclimbing on the door of a painted housecalled ...... Similar Editorial : English Tutor Nyc by Hugh Goldsmith. | Source : Literature Book
Apology Cluster of clouds were gathering againI was smelling the wet roses in wind ;want to feel liberated from theorchestrated tracks. Like leavesappreciating the blowing vastness, silenceis filling the space now. Backyard is fullof whispering tempest. Grey hillsare shy of speaking to terracesof motionless shades. I love my candles.My darkness. It conceives again my crozier, and afossilized nude, an...... Source : Literature Book
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
