Splitting the Night

by Satish Verma

Pillage started,
when there were anti-answers.
The trapped light

wanted to be
released,
from brutalism.

When you were
nearly drowned,
in the multitude of questions,

joining the palms,
you collect the moments
of solitude.

You drop a key
in the ocean.
Its imprint swims

to the other side of shore.
You felt lonely
stars said, it is time for us to leave.

04-Sep-2013

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