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Satsih Verma Aug 2021
After being cheated, I
am learning again. Can we meet beyond
the earth? Certain things are disappearing.

On the forsaken, dark
street. Moon was walking gingerly
to talk to sleeping lovers.

Hold the ground, liberating
the honeybees. Murderous hornets
are coming to decapitate the religious faith.
Satsih Verma Aug 2021
Tender thorns, but
turbulent sea inside. Why are you
holding the ancient water in your eyes?

You are trapped below
my beats but I am escaping into space.
Yet you dare to kiss me on rock.

This was divine. You
always lived in my breast. The ripped silence
becomes vocal. Where does this road go?
Satsih Verma Aug 2021
I had no answers
after torching the gothic memoriam.
Why did you lose without a gain?

O passion love, would
you repeat the Wuthering heights?
Post the tragedy will you pick my poems?

You want to swallow the moon,
against the sun. A strange explosion
rips the dream of marrying death.
Satsih Verma Jul 2021
In your blood are you
comfortable? I will give you myself
whole. Can you call me Buddha?

Want to take away my
blackness without any confession. Your
tongue had become blue, hinged.

Why disquieting under
the water. It is not the shipwreck. We
are swimming to find the depth of love.
Satsih Verma Jul 2021
The otherness of uncertainty is
excruciating. Why you want to be certain,
what laughing hyenas eat?

The legacy keeps a watch
on wounds. Anonymously I want to say
a miracle, the night will dance.

Yes it is true. In an
aquarium the golden fish eats the
dying fish, like man eats the man.
Satsih Verma Jul 2021
First unlock my pain.
Healing must start after killing
yourself. It was drizzling love.

Your face had the lips-
mark of death. The wrinkles want to
say something. Not high morale.

Not much courage to slit
the dark to let in the sun. Want to
listen to the voice of earth again.
Satsih Verma Jul 2021
What I don't see, I
see. I will go where I don't reach.
The human failing shines.

Where are you, my
partner in jail ? The rattler of moons.
Why do fever rise in the dead body?

The stars don't sleep
laying the dews on your eyes. You
know the pain looks back at the torturer.
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