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
Satish Verma, 10 september 2024
Your painted toes
disturbed my sound sleep.
Your scented hands tremble.
The gods would
punish me, if I don't wipe
off your burning tears.
You stole my death
and put her in chains.
The unburied truth smiles.
Satish Verma, 9 september 2024
Mind remains occupied
after repeat proxy.
Wanted to kiss the thorns of life
You steal a sentence
to travel back to celebrate
the other side of moon.
Will be the same
goddess will remain in the
asylum of my love?
Satish Verma, 8 september 2024
The shadow love
behaves like cannabis.
I laugh with you.
Go to war. I say
to myself. You prepared
nothing for yourself.
Why did you want
to wash the golden ring
with your tears?
Satish Verma, 6 september 2024
You look different
when you receive a huge
amount of love under crescent moon.
The baby kiss stops the
air amidst the leaves of roses
under black and blue sky.
Listen to darkness when
sun dips in crimson fog and
beautiful words disappear.
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