Satish Verma
Elusive Thoughts
Time eats the winter, to―
rebuild the fallen ally
of solar storms.
You refused to accept
the incense of disdain, while
carrying the lover in your muse.
Like dandelion's seeds
with downy tufts, your eyes laugh.
Lips pursed, you do not want to go insane.
The need to break was
very strong. I lose myself in a pause.
should shift for another niche.
There was a conspiracy.
Moon was going for a walk―
with another suitor.
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