The magic of the moment lost in fog
Retains a sinful wishing of itself
To sit beside a busy little elf and ask an inane question for the joy
To watch a quick confusion raise a doubt
As ageless pointed ears twitch curl annoyed
What was it I was thinking of before
I turned and saw this figure at my door?
Just standing oh so tremble and demure
And then she smile and I was lost, asea
To wonder where or whether I could be
So far adrift and lost as lost could be
Although the elf is laughing. full of glee
All is not really lost. She married me.
Lost a word which has pain,
Desperation, hoplessness, unhappyness in it.
You feel pain when you lost yor love ones.
You feel desperation when you lost your hops.
You feel hoplessness when you lost blessness of God.
You feel unhappiness when you lost your dreams.
You feel heartbrocken when you lost your true love.
Lost is a little word which has wast meanings.
Binge
fringe
benefits
At the edge of the world you’ll lose hope
At the edge of a needle you’ll regain consciousness
Supposedly
it’s a gash
a wider know it all grasping at straws that stick to his skin like follicles of dead hair
The art is lost
the lost becomes transient before it even knew it was gone
There he is again
pumping veins and proud
said aloud
We are the most beautifully mistaken creatures allowed to hold pens
Not everyone believes
that anyone achieves
happiness through sadness
vice versa and this and that
Sadness through experience
and life through damages
No one gets happy any other way
until they jump another day
From the blank book can I
lift some questions for the lofty hopes
when I lost myself near the home ?
The fear was darting inside the white sores.
Keys were lost for the answers
and truth fell castrated.
The magic was fading from the cusps
of designs, unconceived thoughts were
seeking proportionate punishments.
Congeniality drifted from the
architect of hominid species. A nameless
storm plays havoc. Humble peaks bow
before the unmeasured meteors. You
can shut the orphanage now; no
bombs are bound for the wet crypts.
Satish Verma
Light breaks from the moon's circle ring like a diamond
Directing magic streaks in the sea waters
Bewitched the Double Decker surfaces with ghosts
Manning the sails and wheels in pirates’ glee:
A few hours with the stars and open waves
Searching for a lonely lost merchant ship
Carrying chocolate crumbs and fermented kedged beer
Unseen they submerge to their liar with their prey.
New ship lost to navigators’ addicted tracks?
For now none dare to cross this channel again.
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