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by Satish Verma Aug 2, 2016
Nature, environment /
Entrailes were sucked by grief
and pleasure bruised;
beyond the possible
I aspired to find
meaning of life.
A will to reject
I trim humiliation.
Time scares by taking revenge
breaking the inner serenade,
and I climb the doubts.
Heartache persists without revelation.
no bitterness descends.
I dip my fingers in blood
to write a flaming entity.
Tell me where the masks are assembeled?
Where the lies are born?
by - Mr. Darcy
lovely and vivid descriptions here and from the off.
The image of 'entrails being sucked by grief' is superb - the simile of grief making you feel wretched is effective.
'...trim humiliation' another superb term - trying to regain control in front of others.
'inner serenade' - I take this as an inner happiness, inner love perhaps.
'dipping fingers in blood' - using the pain to write what is sometimes too hard to say.
I wish I knew where the liars lived so I could give them a wide berth, but those masks make them look like you and me.
Great concept and excellently executed.
Well done and all the best.
Beautiful imagery, emotion filled piece.
by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko
Beautiful! Beautiful! Your pieces are always emotion-filled, full of wonderful imagery, and I love that they are nature poems. You write effortlessly beautiful!