Satish Verma, 26 september 2024
You become a beauty
after abdication. The bell rings
without coronation.
Every shared pain
was tender. Each word
flies me to you.
You were afraid of
yourself in water. Sun wants
to be adored when I scream.
Satish Verma, 25 september 2024
I borrow some words
from song birds and roses to
brighten my path. The timeless
pain always follows me.
Tell me how to live
in the troubled time.
I think what others don't
think. There was no ending.
The knowledge dips
I cannot read your message.
Cannot hear your echoes
from the valley of tears.
Where god lives when
it is dark? No excuses.
A light comes out from
the eyes. Plato thinks not.
Satish Verma, 24 september 2024
After race arousal
there was animal descent.
The gold diggers climb fairytale.
The controlled blast
avenges on the street. Belonging
drops the veil. We are topless.
Mode of violence
changes. Thrust was diplomatic.
Everyone shuts the mouth.
Satish Verma, 23 september 2024
I summon the questions.
You will not reply. The words
dance on black glaciers.
You stay out, hounding
the quietude. Earth is on
quit call. I step back.
I am not in line
of succession. I forgo
the title of blood poem.
Satish Verma, 21 september 2024
The pink moon will
stay up to gray dawn. I will
meet you in prayers.
You just slept in
my arms to decipher
the dreams of unknown.
Violence creeps into
my eyes when crazy sun
starts beating the clouds.
Satish Verma, 20 september 2024
You make history.
Don't move, like the stasis of
sea anemone.
Try to engrave
my signature on your chest, and
move beyond the darkness.
The persona hits
the wall. you cannot climb. Wipe
off the dream, go to moon.
Satish Verma, 16 september 2024
I don't feel body
I don't feel pain. You play
with me O god!
From the flesh
I remove the pleasure.
A blood wolf moon laughs.
The fringe surrender was
in beheading yourself in dark.
I rise like the Venus.
Satish Verma, 13 september 2024
You speak louder
in dark, unhinged, unchained
to become perfect.
I will not change
myself. Let the river flow.
I will have no banks.
The smoke rises
from the windows of ruined dreams.
Your footprints become relic.
Satish Verma, 11 september 2024
Time has no time.
I cannot find myself in skyless
story of many stops.
A bohemian wants
to become Buddha without
sitting under the Bo tree.
You were touched
untouching me, when I
adored the water of deep.
Belamonte/Senograsta, 10 september 2024
2009
This world wchich discovered for me she is wonderful
Complete heaving full of forms in which feelings thoughts and body gestures are one fluidity gentleness No hatred gratitude and relaxation and lack of disgusting in its essence of renunciation Combined breaths body favour willingness to give purrification
Cute face hand gentle palm Nipples and clitoris swelling under my touch
I felt good I can't go back there
God God help me to get back there
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I am weak in english. Sory.
I translated my text myself for fun
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