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Satsih Verma Sep 2022
Sometimes death
waits. You want to be loved again by
the dying horse of the sun.

You were reading Kafka
to know the meaning of life. The voice of
the black earth calls to see the hollow graves.

What you say I don't
understand. There were many moons and
suns. I want only one black hole
Satsih Verma Sep 2022
Between lie and truth, let
me celebrate my mindset after killing my
consciousness, I am going to become a vagabond.

The artless love freaks out.
There was always a full stop after the
moon's death. Do you hear the weird thing?

History walks again on the sun path.
Between blood and bones of faith, war begins.
The myth will not explain the unexplained.
Satsih Verma Aug 2022
This was an elegy for a
fallen tree. Salt of my body collects on
the skin. An aphrodite walks on the ****** trail.

The daughter of the moon
cries gently. Under the snow storm,
what was the legacy of hiding the sun?

You rise like a volcano
to engage me. Put the thoughts in
mind-space to communicate with your soul.
Satsih Verma Aug 2022
Pardon my Alter Ego.
My poems fall like snow from the
eyes like jewels of thoughts and tears.

The words deem meaning
of about turn. Each truth cries. I will
go away with light in lonely sky.

A nameless pain takes
revenge. Why do we start the beginning
of living burial in the dark lake?
Satsih Verma Aug 2022
An apparition cultivated, was
a treason? You started brewing the light in
front of me impacted.

Very close to the moon
exquisitely? What do you see beyond
the end? Why did you turn into a beast?

Who will raise the voice
against the watchman of heaven? Will you
shed the penultimate ornaments?
Satsih Verma Aug 2022
Complicity was ****
Glass windows always betray the
contours of truth. Pain starts screaming.

The silence has many
roots. Why were you born in this
century? Afternoon was cool in black sun

The paradox of wordless
reality has many shades. Religion and
crimes have come nearer. I will stop praying.
Satsih Verma Jul 2022
You want to preserve the immortal
flame. Everything is to be left in the universe
when you close the door.

At this moment you
should be living with empty hands.
Only the metaphors would survive.

A little woman becomes a
goddess, wants to go into blue water
to search the rare living gems.
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