IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP, IN SLEEP

in Satish

A cult of sound without lips 
was growing. The veil had staked its claim. 
Staying myself I thought I will become 
you; there would be a lured kill! 

Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled 
the sea. Serpent of moon quakes the shore. 
Death was worthy of a kiss. A gull 
flies away with glassy wings. 

Rediscovering a beehive, honey of the 
immaculate queen, between the breasts lies 
a rival, I do not drag out the rainbow, I 
have lost the will to trap the blue-fish. 

We are distancing. A saddest tree drops 
the seed in abyss, blackened, somebody 
buries it inside a wall. The stones have 
no option, up to neck the opacity runs.

Satish Verma

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IN SLEEP

A cult of sound without lips 
was growing. The veil had staked its claim. 
Staying myself I thought I will become 
you; there would be a lured kill! 

Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled 
the sea. Serpent of moon quakes the shore. 
Death was worthy of a kiss. A gull 
flies away with glassy wings. 

Rediscovering a beehive, honey of the 
immaculate queen, between the breasts lies 
a rival, I do not drag out the rainbow, I 
have lost the will to trap the blue-fish. 

We are distancing. A saddest tree drops 
the seed in abyss, blackened, somebody 
buries it inside a wall. The stones have 
no option, up to neck the opacity runs.

Satish Verma

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IN SLEEP

A cult of sound without lips 
was growing.

The veil had staked its claim. 
Staying myself I thought I will become 
you; there would be a lured kill! 

Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled 
the sea. Serpent of moon quakes the shore. 
Death was worthy of a kiss. A gull 
flies away with glassy wings. 

Rediscovering a beehive, honey of the 
immaculate queen, between the breasts lies 
a rival, I do not drag out the rainbow, I 
have lost the will to trap the blue-fish. 

We are distancing. A saddest tree drops 
the seed in abyss, blackened, somebody 
buries it inside a wall. The stones have 
no option, up to neck the opacity runs.

Satish Verma

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IN SLEEP

A cult of sound without lips 
was growing. The veil had staked its claim. 
Staying myself I thought I will become 
you; there would be a lured kill! 

Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled 
the sea. Serpent of moon quakes the shore. 
Death was worthy of a kiss. A gull 
flies away with glassy wings. 

Rediscovering a beehive, honey of the 
immaculate queen, between the breasts lies 
a rival, I do not drag out the rainbow, I 
have lost the will to trap the blue-fish. 

We are distancing. A saddest tree drops 
the seed in abyss, blackened, somebody 
buries it inside a wall. The stones have 
no option, up to neck the opacity runs.

Satish Verma

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IN SLEEP

A cult of sound without lips 
was growing. The veil had staked its claim. 
Staying myself I thought I will become 
you; there would be a lured kill! 

Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled 
the sea. Serpent of moon quakes the shore. 
Death was worthy of a kiss. A gull 
flies away with glassy wings. 

Rediscovering a beehive, honey of the 
immaculate queen, between the breasts lies 
a rival, I do not drag out the rainbow, I 
have lost the will to trap the blue-fish. 

We are distancing. A saddest tree drops 
the seed in abyss, blackened, somebody 
buries it inside a wall. The stones have 
no option, up to neck the opacity runs.

Satish Verma

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IN SLEEP

A cult of sound without lips 
was growing. The veil had staked its claim. 
Staying myself I thought I will become 
you; there would be a lured kill! 

Moaning inside, a wave has ruffled 
the sea. Serpent of moon quakes the shore. 
Death was worthy of a kiss. A gull 
flies away with glassy wings. 

Rediscovering a beehive, honey of the 
immaculate queen, between the breasts lies 
a rival, I do not drag out the rainbow, I 
have lost the will to trap the blue-fish. 

We are distancing. A saddest tree drops 
the seed in abyss, blackened, somebody 
buries it inside a wall. The stones have 
no option, up to neck the opacity runs.

Satish Verma

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Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION. He can also be reached at kantasatish@gmail.com. 5-A ii, Mayoor Colony, Alwar Gate, Ajmer – 305007 INDIA Mobile +91 9829071468

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This article was published on 2011/01/05