TRACKING DOWN

Folder: 
Satish Verma

White lotus at red feet: 
we will start self-infliction 
explicating 
with regrets. 

After a rough night 
the day was weeping. 
From where the bread will 
come, when you were playing 
with a golden spoon. 

This morning I again 
dig a hole in heart. 
Was the Mayan calender right? 
Why the sun is playing slow music? 

I am coming nearer 
to a locked god.

PsychoSemantics's picture

Your Imagery...

I've actually read a few of your poems and I love your imagery. You don't just tell a story; you place your words in such a manner that it draws the reader in (no matter how dark the subject matter).