MESSAGE, MESSAGE, MESSAGE, MESSAGE,MESSAGE, MESSAGE

in Revenge

And that did it.
Many voices in a mayhem
lost the face of lightening.

The starlight woke in rain
untainted by dust of beds
encased in wilful folds.

The tremors will not stop
the knocking of speech, after
an intimate kiss of the void.

Talking of lonely peaks,
whom I will not touch them in morning.
Let the night take its revenge.

Satish Verma

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MESSAGE

And that did it.
Many voices in a mayhem
lost the face of lightening.

The starlight woke in rain
untainted by dust of beds
encased in wilful folds.

The tremors will not stop
the knocking of speech, after
an intimate kiss of the void.

Talking of lonely peaks,
whom I will not touch them in morning.
Let the night take its revenge.

Satish Verma

------------------

MESSAGE

And that did it.
Many voices in a mayhem
lost the face of lightening.

The starlight woke in rain
untainted by dust of beds
encased in wilful folds.

The tremors will not stop
the knocking of speech, after
an intimate kiss of the void.

Talking of lonely peaks,
whom I will not touch them in morning.
Let the night take its revenge.

Satish Verma

------------------

MESSAGE

And that did it.
Many voices in a mayhem
lost the face of lightening.

The starlight woke in rain
untainted by dust of beds
encased in wilful folds.

The tremors will not stop
the knocking of speech, after
an intimate kiss of the void.

Talking of lonely peaks,
whom I will not touch them in morning.
Let the night take its revenge.

Satish Verma

------------------

MESSAGE

And that did it.
Many voices in a mayhem
lost the face of lightening.

The starlight woke in rain
untainted by dust of beds
encased in wilful folds.

The tremors will not stop
the knocking of speech, after
an intimate kiss of the void.

Talking of lonely peaks,
whom I will not touch them in morning.
Let the night take its revenge.

Satish Verma

------------------

MESSAGE

And that did it.
Many voices in a mayhem
lost the face of lightening.

The starlight woke in rain
untainted by dust of beds
encased in wilful folds.

The tremors will not stop
the knocking of speech, after
an intimate kiss of the void.

Talking of lonely peaks,
whom I will not touch them in morning.
Let the night take its revenge.

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 2010/09/10