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Satsih Verma Aug 2020
When you disturb
me, I feel as if you
have arrived.

You become yourself
like the serene water
of a blue lake.

Passion of a poem
has a splendid effect.
The street going nowhere cries.

Tonight I will ruffle
your hairs to hide the
moon face of a rising star.

What sparks a prayer,
when I think of losing you.
Organic tears give way.
Satsih Verma Aug 2020
An ocean floods
your eyes. Flares the wound
of words. There was no friend.

Across the borders,
nameless horses run to win
the race. There were no masters.

Let it go. The time,
I forget myself and start
searching the other self.

Will you walk
with me in snow? To locate
the buried hand of the butcher?

Tonight I will
become a priest to write
on the walls of love flame.
Satsih Verma Aug 2020
I sit in your prayer.
Marygolds clap.
You come and go in dark.

Buddha lies down and
thinks. Why sandalwood gives
beautiful smell without burns.

A room collects
cadavers. You search your
father in ashes.

In the domes your
voice comes back after meeting
God in distress.

Where truth lives? Have
you ever heard of him or
crossed him on the road.
Satsih Verma Aug 2020
When you lit
the candle. I become stranger
to me. Time stops.

In short sojourn
the mystery deepens. Sometime
I don't understand you.

A private message
comes and goes. A wall rises
between truth and lies.

I want you, but
cannot touch the sea salt.
A ghost walks with us.

Blue marks appear.
Did you try to squeeze my arm?
Memories hurt like arrows.
Satsih Verma Aug 2020
Like a planet you
are orbiting the black hole.
I become my enemy.

There was no life
left. Milky way wants the
journey to continue.

Disinherited. My
baby pains were chained.
I will not rescue the truths.

It was unasked
insult of artifacts. The hypocrisy
made the face ugly.

The world stops,
when you think of me to make
the replica of rebirth.
Satsih Verma Aug 2020
Civility brings
emptiness. Where do I
fall back? Your eyes will haunt?

Ground zero. Are
you coming to surrender?
To save humanity?

Shell-shocked. Sometimes
you read your palms. What
would I write on wall?

Ingrained our
initials on the pine trunk
to stay till the cones fall?

What do you think?
We will stay together, when
hurricane strikes?
Satsih Verma Aug 2020
You pretend- there
was no god. I want to
see your eyes color.

Like lovers, two stars
collide in midnight dark.
Miranda was the lead.

What was the politics
of legs. They always take
you to salt lakes.

No self-loathing,
watering, the leaves. Roses
will not shed the thorns.

My vision will
see through your mask. You
are going to jump on flame.
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