Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
From betrayal to white
pigeon, this was disaster. In tick tack
moment, you can fall apart.

Your ornaments, how
much you need? You were born
into hate. I am collecting your wounds.

You can **** yourself,
but love is stronger than the sun,
when you get a little kiss of immortality.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
You must see your
own fall. The panther wants to
**** himself. Elephants change the path.

I don't want to believe
in anything. God believes in me.
The roses do not want to go to the mausoleum.

What I will do, sitting
in the dark, carrying tears in my
pocket. I want to stop birthing.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
Time has bitten me
to deflect. How far is the ocean?
Death has no image.

I am nowhere. My lord
did it? The day has stopped moving.
One corpse will come above.

How many breads, we
carry to feed those who have no mouth?
The Night was very red.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
Interim a random
love of moon, with a fury of
dawn's innocence. I abandoned the stars.

Chilling grip of fear
amalgamates the blood of Venus.
I watched the assassination of a lantern.

A rose covers your eyes
with scented petals. Would you inhale
my words of ******? A salt lake dies.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
Light and water, who
denied them? The wind says, the body will
tell a tale of hidden beauty.

The pain lingers, when the
pure love shakes. The sun has
not knocked on the door.

The memory hits in
dark. There was a scene of human
fall. I was born originally, No thought of separation.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
Looking at the menace
the maker of life goes into depression.
One day the world would say, its end will not come.

You don't want to wash
your sins. Metaphysics has failed.
The mind discovers new pains.

Blood is too hasty, changes
the veins. The causes are culprits.
It is easy to create delusions.
Satsih Verma Mar 2024
I beg to keep on talking
with the dead. How are you, they say.
Some emotions create a soothing effect.

From evening neoclassical
pain starts. The sun apologists and
disappears. You try to see your hands.

Can you look back to
analyse the muse of Buddha times?
Let the requiem shake the listeners.
Next page