Pink Bruises Poem by Satish Verma
Pink Bruises
When you lit
the candle. I become stranger
to me. Time stops.
In short sojourn
the mystery deepens. Sometime
I don't understand you.
A private message
comes and goes. A wall rises
between truth and lies.
I want you, but
cannot touch the sea salt.
A ghost walks with us.
Blue marks appear.
Did you try to squeeze my arm?
Memories hurt like arrows.
Saturday, January 18, 2020
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