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Satish Verma, 29 august 2024
Death In Peace
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
In Dragnet
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
My Craft Trembles
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
The Adored Angel
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
Untold Story
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
In Blue Darkness
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
Will You Know?
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
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.
Satish Verma, 21 august 2024
Inventory Of Pain
Lying on bed of
thorns, you revoke the curse
of moon to remain amputee.
This was signature
therapy to become secular.
You rub the side of flame.
My dissent was
natural. Cannot speak any lie.
Will listen to my ethos.
Satish Verma, 20 august 2024
Till Every Song
Always waiting of
your footfalls to spend
the rest of life.
If I must go,
will you say goodbye to a
lone tree sawaying in fire?
The romance of
river was unique. It always
gallops to meet a planet.
Till you speak, can
I kiss you, so that nightingale
sings sweetly.
Your deep and dark,
eyes always send the
boatsto find harbor.
Latest comments:
31 october 2024
sam53
cisza wylazła na środek pokoju i daje się
30 october 2024
Jaga
Dziękuję Jeślinko :)
30 october 2024
jeśli tylko
żyły bez życia..
30 october 2024
bardzo lubię słoneczniki, a to tu wyszło świetnie
30 october 2024
Owoców nie było wcale/ z wiatrem listek odleciał/
30 october 2024
Lubie takie cienie jesieni :)
30 october 2024
Delikatnie "skruszały" :)
30 october 2024
Eva T.
Milego dnia, Jeslinko :)
30 october 2024
Przegapilam wczesniej, sorry :) Piekna kompozycja
30 october 2024
Belamonte/Senograsta
to jakiś symbol, trzeba się zastanowić jaki
29 october 2024
płynę tu..
29 october 2024
"włączam stare płyty i tańczę"
1 november 2024
Satish Verma
31 october 2024
wiesiek
31 october 2024
Satish Verma
30 october 2024
Jaga
30 october 2024
Eva T.
30 october 2024
Satish Verma
29 october 2024
Eva T.
29 october 2024
Satish Verma
28 october 2024
Jaga
28 october 2024
wiesiek