The splendid, resplendent
aurora sweeps the inner
life.
I stare at gory , leaden
clouds , unable to deter
them.
From causing drops of blood to
run down the shrill , deathless
desert.
A magnificent ,mazy grove
is painted with colorful ,
golden threads.
The unassuming ,
unflinching morn is
the incarnation of sedate silence
The wrathful , woundless
creek thrives like
rapturous hues of
serenity.
What's the scope of
:lifeless wretchedness?
: dreamed embers?
: unquenchable longing?
: weeping anemone?
The oracular , intricate soul
shields a shaded woodland
like a forested daybreak.
You walk out from
the bruises, like a late
bloomer, for a clandestine
affair with indigo pain.
I break the barrier,
and teach myself, how not
to make an incendiary bomb.
A cohort will untie the barbed wires.
Now you can tread carefully
on fire ants, undaunted.
While stitches will take care
of the woundless blood.
A hoax sends you scurrying,
to find the golden apple,
which never emerges in light.
In despair you commit a crime.
Satish Verma