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Satsih Verma Jul 2021
In advanced love, where
was the fault in catching the words?
Half-bread was not sufficient.

The mirrors tell lies.
Rings in fingers were fattening. I
was not able to measure the distance.

O round moon and the sun,
our earth is breaking. All night
it was raining on the flames.
Satsih Verma Jul 2021
You will not find any
absolute -stunning the emptiness-of
first landing on earth to fly.

What was your proximal
pain in absence of truth? Decapitation
was not sufficient. Roses come again.

The drift continues. You don't
have the real home. Winds find
you in any nook and corner.
Satsih Verma Jul 2021
You were not true to god.
I was playing with fire for resuscitation
to search violets in your eyes.

The sameness was very
typical. We cry at the same time.
to move away from burning calendars.

A single kiss of Agni
will make the ashes of bickering moons.
I want to die no more.
Satsih Verma Jul 2021
I will not do any bargain.
You will have to fight by yourself
in the pit of agitated snakes.

It was a cruel test to walk
on the thorns of roses and carry the
singed flowers in the hands.

What was the philosophy
of making holes in the heart before
severing the relationship?
Satsih Verma Jul 2021
Future will find you
one day. I am trying to forget me.
The deadly avalanche was revengeful.

I don't want to
go into comma. I was not alone in the
firing range. Impeachment was not the answer.

Smell of burning grass
purrs the rising pride to commit a
sin of saving the scorpions.
Satsih Verma Jun 2021
Nature calls agenda.
It pulls my heartstrings walking in
moonless night to find fireflies.

Hiding in a beehive,the
annual rings cut your years ikn pain
Echoes were waiting in hope.

The sap refuses to rise.
Brown marks on your face are
becoming darker. I Will cross you in water.
Satsih Verma Jun 2021
Come out of the roll
back. Fear and uncertainty have broken
us apart. I want to say-unheard.

How many thieves are we?
Euphoria has taken away my pains.
I ask myself, how was this world?

Must you go to meet
the end twice? And come back in pure
voices, new and untouched.
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