I am with this curse of aver falling in love with an implosione It hurts because you will never know
destiny put me in your life to love you unconditionally and irremediably
You don't think of me as I would like
That is the torture why it happened
Every day that damn is my luck
It has been a long time, suffering for the wrong people who cross my life but you do not know what I feel for you, of all my mistakes that I have made you are the only one that did not hurt me, the error was on my part to sound an impossible
And I'm still trying to catch you
Out of my head, of my heart
But it's very difficult when I think about you 24/7
This love day by day, close more
A drug is being made that my veins need to have that ecstasy that takes you to another galaxy
I can't fight that is stronger than my will. I just bury her at the bottom of my being. Hoping you can look at what I feel for you.
You are something unreachable
And now this love is just a curse because I only know what hurts to love you in silence
Monologue of a monolith
to live in a moment
was futile. A young house was in disorder.
Not listening, I would find the missing links.
Grey ash to be smeared on forehead in horizontal
lines for shifting the planets.
The age creeps quietly, irremediably poor,
unchanged in hysteria : after hysterectomy
the womb lies in dirt. Ethnic violence will fill
the carts of mutilated bodies, move to market,
selling the rage. Be in today, or tomorrow,
the blood brings honour.
Do not complain of weather, these arthritic
fingers, crooked toes, you will end on a cliff
after the logic of war fails. A bald year
moves, untrusting the noble men, I ascend
a coin to find the circa of topless democracies
destroying the pillars of feet.
SATISH VERMA
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