Satish Verma

A leap into death bed. 
The water of life 
had sucked you dry. 

Tracking a subtle sound, 
I was chasing you 
in the jungle of untruths. 

You being in the crowd, 
I was locating the god’s 
vision in failing lights. 

Who was hiding behind 
the torn pages of 
scriptures? The words 

had started bleeding. 
O, my god, the man was 
going to defile a beast!

Satish Verma

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When Words Bleed

I have to step back and realize the meaning is in the image and the act. There are as many meanings to the last line as there are Gods - The artistry of word carving or the wisest way to say, what is importance? - Just Bein' Stella