27 January, 2024

Are you My Muse?

Your silence speaks
loudly. I throw a stone in water.
The black bird dies in shock.

The moon was drunk.
I am killed by love. The dreams
want to be signed by death.

Usnea Barbata.
The world is becoming my ache.
When the stars change, nobody knows.

Satish Verma

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