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To introduce myself I should not be so shy. And fortune finding means begin to live… I see an Angel flying in the sky, The Angel always comes on Holly Eve. I see and cry because he`s full of light, He smiles to me and looks into my eyes. His mind is clean; the spirit shines so bright, He flies by me and even speaking tries. - Oh, do you want to know a real goal? But I cannot to say you everything, I see your face and look into your soul, I hear every song your thoughts sing. Your way is chance you never pass away. And now you`re staying on a real side. You can just sleep or even crying may, But every time you have not to decide. I know your way; your dreams soon will be true And even if you don`t believe in them, You always have from me a useful clue, You never go away into the fen… I keep your heart in my hands every time, I go with you on pathway through your life. And each your tear forever will be mine. When you send one smile then receive all five. I listen...

To drill a hope in the drowned soul was very difficult, winds had blown away the talisman. Stress was palpable, you could tear the weather with empty hands. Mists had walked into the houses to pick up the burning cheeks. Man was playing with nature until death time. Stones piled up, burning tires on the road. Visionaries were celebrating the all blinds day, in an echo chamber_ and all the people were standing on no-man’s-land for peaceful coexistence.

When we slept through our naked loops, there was a silent call. Moon was out walking on the street peeping through the glass window, the crossed legs. Trees were meshed up in dark. Do you know the impropriety of leaves, climbing on each other? Dogs inbreeding? Incestuous in camera.The elixir of life. Recycled urine.We were not crying. It was the urgency to die to challenge the infinity. We get paralyzed. Our legs will not move on fallen skulls. Blood was everywhere. The terrorists on terrace, negotiating for a massive ransom. This interwar was wholesome. The hysterical confusion breaks us apart and morgue was full of kissing gods.

I would give anything to die in you, in your belly, innocently. My voice of dissent should hold the wings atop the kisses. The wards in between fall on choked Eustachian. A global grief encircles the fallen gods, prophets of sins. My other self silently awakens me, this very night as I swallow my pride and walk through the corridors of childhood to learn again the alphabet of death. The shadows are lengthening. One by one the friends have departed. The hour of loneliness was stretching. So it be! ~Submitted by Satish Verma.

There were subtle declines, still I opted for incompleteness. A fierce battle was raging. I think to start my descent in roofless castle of mania to watch the self-destruction of a landscape. Thousands were squatting on mud tracks. till the dead rise from their ice beds. Ghostly hands were building the fire to send the rivers in exile. Hunger will decide the fate of the earth. Man was playing with the sands. Submitted by Satish Verma.

Punjab For Fighting Banglore For Writing Delhi For Duty Kashmir For Beauty Rajasthan For History Mysore For Silk Haryana For Milk U.P. For Grain Kerala For Brain Himanchal For Apples Orissa For Temples State For Unity India For Integrity Submitted by Juhi Mishra. Email This Poem To Your Friend Leave a comment

Drowning in my blood the vampire had the lapse of consciousness. I embraced the night without moon. Why does it happen day in and day out? You allowed the blood sucking which was the choice for unanswering of unpleasent questions. I survive in death staining the shirt, keeping the footsteps waiting. I had kissed a light falling on the squirming dark. Submitted by Satish Verma. Email This Poem To Your Friend Leave a comment