Moonless Night
Entering the prision again,
of self, losing the sanctity
of flesh. I will
not get over it.
Disillusioned, someone was throwing
the stones on the mirrors.
No seduction, I am sitting under the sky.
Want to overcome the grief.
Magic was failing, will penetrate
the brain. Withdrawl syndrome.
A thought bothers again.
Why the candle has burned down the house ?
Sedition against the skin, the inheritance, the infinity.
Always wanting to become a thing.
Shutting down.
How we become the strangers.
Satish Verma
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