Satish Verma, 22 august 2019
Not giving or taking.
I will share you―
in water.
Believing was not significant.
I was holding you
to implode.
Not your words, not
my script, will translate
the thumbprint.
A time comes, when
you become your own father,
to carve out the pure truth.
The duality bothers
a lot. You want to convert
the myriad into one.
Satish Verma, 20 august 2019
For the beasts and men,
a transition will not work.
This was explicit cap―
the polar ice was melting.
He will not take the slights
for the moon. He will
not go far from the eyes
of stars.
Not enough, the astringent
microbes were peeling off
your mask. Sometimes you want
a frugal strangulation.
Incredible. The words
were making a mound, out―
of the space, left by
the departed fever.
Esther Hadassah Sendeza, 19 august 2019
I have fallen in love with myself,
In love with the entirety of everything that speaks me.
It has been one long way to get here,
But every step,
every scar has got me here.
I have fallen in love with myself,
With what I am now and what I aspire to be.
Writing vows to myself on how I promise to treat me,
For better for worse, ‘I do' with my inner being.
In our younger years,
most of us aren't taught fully,
The most important lesson of all in the school of life.
To love ourselves first deeply and unconditionally,
To believe in ourselves before others believe in us,
To fall in love with all that we are and the greatness we could be.
Yes, I have fallen in love with myself today,
And this is just the beginning of a great love,
The kind that survives all odds and inspires,
The one that has meaning and immense depth.
I have fallen in love with taking care of me inside and out,
Investing in the health of my mind, body and soul.
Radiating so much love within that overflows on the outside,
Oh, this kind of love has got me speechless.
It may have taken so long, but I am finally here,
The journey was long but worth every tear.
Everything that makes me ‘me' is precious,
Damn, I have fallen in love with my very core.
Esther Hadassah Sendeza, 19 august 2019
Take the time to regroup.
Cry if you have to,
Focus on mending your soul,
Then start the work.
Rebuild your heart,
Piece by piece at your own pace.
Remember what made it beautiful,
Paint it with radiant colors,
Make it more beautiful than before.
Remember who you were,
Before you fell apart.
Then recreate yourself,
And become much better than before.
Do all this,
Intentionally,
On purpose.
Esther Hadassah Sendeza, 19 august 2019
Stop looking into my eyes,
You'll find nothing there.
Stop trying to let yourself in,
I have locked all my doors.
Stop throwing your heart to me,
Because I won't give you mine.
Stop opening up to me Because i won't let you in.
See I have built walls so high,
That no one can get past.
So, don't give me your heart,
Because darling, I won't give you mine.
Esther Hadassah Sendeza, 19 august 2019
You are your lifeline,
So take care of yourself.
Love yourself,
Fill yourself up,
Cheer yourself on,
Believe in yourself,
Invest in yourself.
Take breaks.
Re-energize.
Let it out.
Heal.
Exercise.
Give yourself pep talks.
Dip yourself in coconut oil.
Give yourself time.
Take a one hour bubble bath.
Take yourself on a date.
Go on a road trip.
Take care of your mind, body and soul,
Because you are your lifeline,
In this crumbling world.
Esther Hadassah Sendeza, 19 august 2019
I will not be lost
Not in the world and it's ways,
Not in the darkness that comes my way,
Not in the depths of my own mind,
Not in the disappointments,
Not in the failures,
Not in the success.
I choose to be grounded,
I choose to rise above,
I choose to pick myself up,
I choose to forgive,
I choose to try again,
I will not cave, I will not break,
I choose love.
See, I choose to still be me,
Whatever the experience.
Even when surrounded by dark waters,
My beautiful colours will still shine.
I will not get lost,
Not in this world,
Not in the next.
Satish Verma, 19 august 2019
An amniotic fluid initiates
the moon to the thunderstorm―
as you climb the tide.
Like a stag― opening the
summer, browsing on
the daisies.
It takes sometime
to sink. This was―
the peacock hour.
A finch will land―
on my shoulder and
look into my eyes, ritualizing it.
The glow was real
in your hair,
borrowed from the sun.
Satish Verma, 18 august 2019
Nestling in the arms of
blue sky, a young moon was asking
the questions―like the pages of moth-eaten
book― why did the blood ties
are ripped apart with the passage of time?
Of the same poles, at the
axis of rotation― two celestial bodies―
would not come near each other?
Following the heels of the
hunter, a small dog star sniffs at
the earth, a pale blue existence?
The entropion overwhelms. The
lashes were scarring the
vision?
The all was not one. I am
still standing at the gate,
bleeding like sun.
Satish Verma, 17 august 2019
This was a twisted ladder
for reduction of poverty,
which climbs the steps during
methane breach.
An absent presence will
snatch away, your unconscious
surrender. The scent had
made a wall of its own.
A summer fall incites the
book makers. The naming was
a secret bet. The dead will
never recall the skeletons.
Spawning an army of robots,
will you go to the volcano mount
to offer a living bait?
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