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Satsih Verma Sep 2023
The truth has no language.
It communicates with God only.
Destiny builds the daydreams only.

The last word of the pain
wins the Milky Way. You were afraid
of eating granates. Not the parrots.

How would you carry
the brain dead love? Legally end
has come. But the heart is still beating.
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
O beast, one day I
will bury my love. I will steal the words
from your mouth. Enough was enough.

O god, why am I a remaining
mum? The world listens to unspoken
pain from your wet eyes.

Where are you going
eyes shut. The cobra is laying the eggs.
Do not go for bargaining.
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
Like the cuttlefish
you throw the inky juice. I go blind.
Who will read the history of man.

The mockingbird follows
you, like of a military race. The collective
fall invites you for a new word.

Tonight the moon was
very low to repeat the audacity of
walking on singing coals.Who was a thief?
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
Pin pin drop. I start
my silence.My poems of sea become
violent. You teach the sun.

My pain moves backward.
I am laughing with stings.The venom
turns into a helix. You go yp.

A cold blooded ******.
Have mercy. Whole body is dead. Only
heart beats to give you strength.
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
I feel the deja vu.
The mysterious cascades
give the amnesty to thorns

Were you ready to ambush the
bete-noire? We don’t know how to
celebrate the colossus Himalaya .

The god doesn't want
to inhale the ether and **** the
bushmaster. Venom turns milk.
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
Love makes the jasmines
weightless. Your confession tells about
poverty. I walk in dreams.

Night makes you rich.
The door opens for the spirits. Now spare some
life to listen to the voices of the unknown.

It was almost done to
create a god of nobody. Where the
carnivores live to devour the loved ones.
Satsih Verma Sep 2023
How will you go from
moon to god? Sometimes I feel like
drinking hemlock. Easy to die.

But this is denying the
god. This thinking is very cruel. Preparing
for invasion? Are you ready to open?

Flowers are coming near the
flames. Who will call honey bees?
It will be a collective suicide.
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