Chemistry

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Satish Verma

In twilight of pain 
I blink for a dot 
to punctuate the intelligence. 

My incoherence brings the unseen. 
I stay at a vowel 
to see the truth. 

Immenseness versus depth, 
in shoals of turbulent life. 
Where do I hide my vessel? 

A lure of the exotic death 
does not bring the peach color 
to reveal the light on earth. 

An inverted blankness prints 
the words of green bruises, 
where the falls meet.

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