Somewhere in between slumber and arousal 
the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories. 
Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts. 
Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away. 
I scramble for sparks, my hands burn. 
Very disquietening! 
The severed bones in a heap. 
They wanted to appease the goddess, 
the gnomes were dancing in a circle. 

The land, the country is breaking, sky is falling. 
Run, run for cover. 
I scream in a dream. 
Are we disintegrating? Disappearing? 
A black hole is calling? 
The mega truth has been broken into myriad fragments, 
We are now thinking in chips, holding our own mirror. 
Show your mirror to your truth. Future is fogging the past. 

Come hither my child of sorrow. 
We are old tribe. We will keep our pledge 
to maintain fidelity towards verses of sadness, evening, night, 
stars and dust. The sparkles will die one day. Only the moon 
will rise on the dead bodies. Where will you like to go? 

Amongst the ruins, walking straight back to the treasure-trove 
of ancient wisdom. 
Wake up 
Bells are chiming.

Satish Verma

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SONG OF THE LAST SIREN

Somewhere in between slumber and arousal 
the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories. 
Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts. 
Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away. 
I scramble for sparks, my hands burn. 
Very disquietening! 
The severed bones in a heap. 
They wanted to appease the goddess, 
the gnomes were dancing in a circle. 

The land, the country is breaking, sky is falling. 
Run, run for cover. 
I scream in a dream. 
Are we disintegrating? Disappearing? 
A black hole is calling? 
The mega truth has been broken into myriad fragments, 
We are now thinking in chips, holding our own mirror. 
Show your mirror to your truth. Future is fogging the past. 

Come hither my child of sorrow. 
We are old tribe. We will keep our pledge 
to maintain fidelity towards verses of sadness, evening, night, 
stars and dust. The sparkles will die one day. Only the moon 
will rise on the dead bodies. Where will you like to go? 

Amongst the ruins, walking straight back to the treasure-trove 
of ancient wisdom. 
Wake up 
Bells are chiming.

Satish Verma

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SONG OF THE LAST SIREN

Somewhere in between slumber and arousal 
the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories. 
Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts. 
Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away. 
I scramble for sparks, my hands burn. 
Very disquietening! 
The severed bones in a heap. 
They wanted to appease the goddess, 
the gnomes were dancing in a circle. 

The land, the country is breaking, sky is falling. 
Run, run for cover. 
I scream in a dream. 
Are we disintegrating? Disappearing? 
A black hole is calling? 
The mega truth has been broken into myriad fragments, 
We are now thinking in chips, holding our own mirror. 
Show your mirror to your truth. Future is fogging the past. 

Come hither my child of sorrow. 
We are old tribe. We will keep our pledge 
to maintain fidelity towards verses of sadness, evening, night, 
stars and dust. The sparkles will die one day. Only the moon 
will rise on the dead bodies. Where will you like to go? 

Amongst the ruins, walking straight back to the treasure-trove 
of ancient wisdom. 
Wake up 
Bells are chiming.

Satish Verma

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SONG OF THE LAST SIREN

Somewhere in between slumber and arousal 
the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories. 
Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts. 
Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away. 
I scramble for sparks, my hands burn. 
Very disquietening! 
The severed bones in a heap. 
They wanted to appease the goddess, 
the gnomes were dancing in a circle. 

The land, the country is breaking, sky is falling. 
Run, run for cover. 
I scream in a dream. 
Are we disintegrating? Disappearing? 
A black hole is calling? 
The mega truth has been broken into myriad fragments, 
We are now thinking in chips, holding our own mirror. 
Show your mirror to your truth. Future is fogging the past. 

Come hither my child of sorrow. 
We are old tribe. We will keep our pledge 
to maintain fidelity towards verses of sadness, evening, night, 
stars and dust. The sparkles will die one day. Only the moon 
will rise on the dead bodies. Where will you like to go? 

Amongst the ruins, walking straight back to the treasure-trove 
of ancient wisdom. 
Wake up 
Bells are chiming.

Satish Verma

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SONG OF THE LAST SIREN

Somewhere in between slumber and arousal 
the twilight zone scoops a fistful of memories. 
Atrophied limbs. Mottled skin. A cancerous face haunts. 
Not afraid but I am anxious. Life has not yet ebbed away. 
I scramble for sparks, my hands burn. 
Very disquietening! 
The severed bones in a heap. 
They wanted to appease the goddess, 
the gnomes were dancing in a circle. 

The land, the country is breaking, sky is falling. 
Run, run for cover. 
I scream in a dream. 
Are we disintegrating? Disappearing? 
A black hole is calling? 
The mega truth has been broken into myriad fragments, 
We are now thinking in chips, holding our own mirror. 
Show your mirror to your truth. Future is fogging the past. 

Come hither my child of sorrow. 
We are old tribe. We will keep our pledge 
to maintain fidelity towards verses of sadness, evening, night, 
stars and dust. The sparkles will die one day. Only the moon 
will rise on the dead bodies. Where will you like to go? 

Amongst the ruins, walking straight back to the treasure-trove 
of ancient wisdom. 
Wake up 
Bells are chiming.

Satish Verma

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About the Author:
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.