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Satsih Verma Mar 2021
Becoming intimate with
pain. Laughing with
death. My pastime.

Then unfold me
to lick the flames. You
and me burn simultaneously.

Why life demands
toll for crossing the river
of ashes and bones?

Like night bird
you hop and stop in neighborhood.
Looking for lithe snake.

September tears.
It was ending after the
red moon bleeds.

Was there any name left for the void?
Satsih Verma Mar 2021
I take up the spectre
of unsung pains. Half- doubts will
follow the ending day, Make me moon.

A skyless agony will
divide our world. I become my own
mirror to witness the weird happenings.

The circle never makes
a square. We can partition the lips
of animation defining love.
Satsih Verma Mar 2021
I was standing in the pawn-
shop to make up my mind. They
were changing the price of human skin.

Do I mortgage my ruins,
romanticizing my paling horizon? Leaves
were changing colors to welcome bride.

Can we mix love and hate?
Moon wants to commit suicide from
the edge of earth. I will wait till end.
Satsih Verma Feb 2021
Sun was tired today
rising slowly between birth and death.
A stranger snatches away my heart.

A mimic of the moon in
your eyes throws a challenge. Moon himself
descends in the dark to test your love.

Pain was not responding
to music of night songbird,
you started going away from you.
Satsih Verma Feb 2021
Lips frozen by xenophobia.
I was ready for the disjunction between
the republic and the crossed border.

It does not work. Hovering
over the pyre against fire. The wax palace
was ready to go in place of scapegoat.

Do you think this was a
universal failure? For human existence
I will write the anthem with blood.
Satsih Verma Feb 2021
Eyes go wet.
A tale of two halves in lieu of
two murders, like reading Pablo Neruda.

Sylvia, I alwaysloved you.
You listened to everything and
laughed hilariously slipping Dylan Thomas.

How do I reach your sacred
soul, because I love no one else
to take me to unknown path.
Satsih Verma Feb 2021
The hymn, an unentered
temple, you come in pause.
There was uncanny space between words.

I let it go my sleep.
The angst. I have to pay price my love,
for sharing the blanket of life.

We will look at moon
together to abdicate the throne of
thorns and find out peace between the knives.
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