Satish Verma, 30 august 2024
You tell me, why did you
hold my hand to climb
the purple hill of flames.
On your lips, I had
planted the kiss, not to burn
the shroud of the goddess.
Why life was so cruel
that whenever I lighted the
candle, hurricane reached.
Adam Pietras (Barry Kant), 29 august 2024
The Introvert
Emptyness sealed
Devil plays his dysharmony
Running among the ruins
As I am a king
Of things unseen
Forgotten and unknown
Such a nice way to describe
The drama of dreams
Of existence turned
To it's own core
With a hope of
Transformational power
As I can give and take
Only to myself
Unseen, forgotten and unknown
Absurdal agonist
Screaming no longer
A horse
A crafstman
The trickster
The tired jumper
As I can't choose between
Fascination and disdain
Sickness and joy
Tragedy and a dance
Despair and a humour
Loony tunes on the moon
Flag in a far place
Goddes in dreams
Love so far
Satish Verma, 29 august 2024
When moon tries to
cover the sin, who was fallible
in the ring of fire?
The centuries ask, whence
we failed ourselves, when
god was watching.
Who created the
memory of stone,
infallible from the mount of truth.
Satish Verma, 28 august 2024
The night at noon.
Will you come to light the lamp?
I am trying to write me out.
The surrealism bashing
continues. I am searching your
trapped face in dirty water.
Why are you sad
after knowing what was
unknown to all the stars?
Satish Verma, 26 august 2024
Why the sky cries
red for the clouds? Sun has
not come to burn me.
I never got enough
from you. The pain comes
between truths of life.
The anniversary comes
and goes I stand at beach
to see my ship wreck.
Satish Verma, 25 august 2024
Night descends in your
eyes. Planet wants to enter the
footfalls of moon.
You drink my song
from lipless heart. What was
the range of bullet?
An altered ego writes
again the history of Buddha,
who was still unknown.
Satish Verma, 24 august 2024
Unpoisoned you,
the day sun died. Who
will rise now from dust?
What will happen,
if I remained uncollected
by you. Lips will not move.
It was a majentic
call. You manipulate the moon
to become my lover.
Satish Verma, 23 august 2024
Between you and me
stands a winter solstice.
Light the candle, it is very dark.
Let the maniacal thought
remain pregnant with surrealism.
I will go north, you south.
The curves again rule.
The temple trembles. We go
our own ways to meet god.
Satish Verma, 22 august 2024
The dead man speaks.
What was the truth? Partly
guilty I will show my birthmark.
Moon always left
the memories in snow, when
I was talking to sun.
You were not born
in a day. It took centuries.
Give me time and space.
Mustapha Maaroufi, 21 august 2024
A woman passed by a makeup store.
The makeup saw her
Then he secretly asked the god for forgiveness three times
After that he went back to sleep the shelf.
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