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Satish Verma, 15 april 2024
I Remember
I had my scars.
This war will not end any day,
fighting with my brute.
Your presence I
feel in my wounds. Will not
convert meinto martyr.
Soon I will pick
up bloody path of learning,
what I am, I was.
Satish Verma, 14 april 2024
I Am You Are
Migration continues,
me to you. Conception guides
you to deep sea.
At middle― of pain
there can be mass extinction
of thoughts. You stay.
Like printing on
tablet of psyche, my genre of
immortal yearning.
Satish Verma, 13 april 2024
Greek Thoughts
Season's intimacy
starts schooling you. The voice
halts the bloodshed.
From bone to bone.
Love is halved, flesh here
and there. No bargains.
Let me touch your
sprinkling glass, before you move
a step to sip hemlock.
Satish Verma, 12 april 2024
Unseeing You
In its entirety your
life was a truth. Then why were
you tethered to sky?
You will shut your
eyes to hide the squint
of moon in distress.
How do I deliver
the pain of crying earth under
the blood clouds?
Satish Verma, 11 april 2024
The Man And God
Sometimes it
was better, not to know the
intrigues of temples.
Nude bodies on
ancient walls beseech all day
for liberation.
A love story will
always fascinate you, with
a gender healing.
Satish Verma, 10 april 2024
Savagery
Sitting at seeding
time, tasting elixir of death
before you were born.
Can you tell me, how
much I had lived with you
without tragedies?
Blackout filters
the light to come to eyes.
I don't want to see end.
Satish Verma, 8 april 2024
Waiting For Flames
The kindness drips,
when you stop writing about
yourself in sun.
The war continues
between dust and stars under
the gaze of Agni.
Part by part you
are throwing your flesh
to red eagles.
Satish Verma, 7 april 2024
Deep Voices
In my smallness
I think tall. Nymphs want to
become ageless.
Black earth moves
the moon― Spirits were
saddened. Mayflies.
Would die in one
day. The wholeness has a
purpose to kill.
Satish Verma, 5 april 2024
Jumping The Wall
Walking in sleep
you tiptoed as if gliding
on the cold water.
The forest weeps.
Burning and billowing
for the deathless mind.
No slogans. I will
wear the hijab of moon
to meet my lover.
Satish Verma, 4 april 2024
Beside The Truth
You are in
anaphylaxis. A prayer
on the blue lips.
The weightless time
knows the secret of past
and future game.
The incisors of
ancient skull of Lucy
had remained intact.
Satish Verma, 3 april 2024
Bifurcation
I dream to you.
You were moving like a space
rock ready to collide.
Everyone reaches
to one's own end any day.
What would you carry?
You may need to
sedate yourself. It is a
long pain to live.
Satish Verma, 2 april 2024
In Deep Dark
The troubled mind
seeks boundless words
for eccentricity.
You grab the hidden
kiss. Give me the smile
of a mooned heart.
At dusk you will talk
with eyes, trembling hands
igniting dry tips.
steve, 31 march 2024
"If Or When"
Do you know how hard it is.. to lay down next to you...
To know that I can't touch you.. you don't want me too,
Do you know how much it breaks my heart.. to look into your eye's...
After all the years that we've been friends.. you still make me cry,
Do you know that I can hardly breath.. when I get too close to you...
And your the one who has control.. of what I say or do,
Do you know how much I need to feel, the heat beneath your skin...
Never knowing the time or place, or even "if or when",
For I have no control, and to need you more than air...
To risk my heart and soul, when I'm not sure you even care,
Should I say goodbye and walk away, or should I hang on still...
Knowing you may never care, and that I always will.
Satish Verma, 29 march 2024
Humanized Pain
You teach me to
cry for the lost future after
yestergain offered
In a sacrifice
ritual. Blue lines are
appearing on my hands.
The child was walking
towards moon at apogee
but light was very dim.
Satish Verma, 28 march 2024
It Is Getting Dark
Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon
felled off at guillotine.
Let go. I am afraid
of myself. It is no time to
commensurate with love.
What was unsaid, will
speak eyes on their own. Give back
my basket of roses.
Satish Verma, 27 march 2024
Wearing The Crown Of Thorns
A crowd of clones
was picking up sleeveless
shirts from potter's field.
Strangely nobody knows,
who were you after the
last laugh of the destiny.
The passion takes
you towards burning ghat, where
ultimate truth was hanged.
Satish Verma, 26 march 2024
Good Bye
Sometime I want
to say to myself, why don't
you walk the ramp―
of burning Amazon.
The naveus was becoming
darker on moon.
You partition
the souls and then begin
climbing the rising sun.
Satish Verma, 25 march 2024
Unstable
Like ghost particles
we came near each other
to generate sparks.
You would not read
what you had written on
my pulsating forehead.
I will wait for you
in timeless space for
your surrender on pyre.
Satish Verma, 24 march 2024
You Deceive Yourself
Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that
was going to throw the moon.
The oleander wears
the roses without thorns. But you
cannot keep the facts without blood.
Would you tell the truth?
What I think gets printed on your
face. The beginning resembles the end.
Satish Verma, 23 march 2024
Not To Annihilate
I dig your secret
life, under wraps of clouds
amid sun and moon.
A chance to learn
the mystical Pythagorean
shift of love's angle.
Crypticarithmetic
peels of the pain from space
and time of body.
Satish Verma, 21 march 2024
Virgin Defeat
A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was
live to offer apology.
We are fond of
picking the rocks, falling from
sky of unknown god.
The distance increases
when you give a call in
valley of loud echoes.
Satish Verma, 19 march 2024
The Pain Was Not You
Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you
to beautiful soliloquy.
Truth decays when
it is not part of divine voice.
I will swim in your eyes.
The godly hands one day will
succeed to revive the
meaning of your life.
Satish Verma, 18 march 2024
Art In Dying
Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready
to set on spires.
Watching a pome
to fall from wisdom tree
to color your smile.
Goddess surrenders.
Eve commits suicide.
Adam quits home.
Satish Verma, 17 march 2024
I Will Survive
The contours of
jutting bones refuse to
move. Poverty repeats.
Questions. Untouched
remains human behavior
of caged parrots.
Would you spare
some time to read lines
on the face of Sun?
Satish Verma, 16 march 2024
Nameless Agony
O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you
bleed the colors?
Calm down. Virginity
is out for lisping. Impaled,
the spirit ― starts dying.
Don't sell the body
of the poem. Can you ask
the songbird to stop?
Satish Verma, 15 march 2024
Flagellation
Would you remain
you, after the time lapse?
There was no terror.
I could not change
you. Death to me. Scarred
in your courtyard.
Moon shot failed.
Petals of blood rose fly. I
hear some footfalls.
Satish Verma, 14 march 2024
Repeat Sins
The mission to
know myself failed.
Accepted the gift of nemesis
I will still breathe.
Every end comes slowly.
Distance makes it easy.
A gorgeous moment helps
in darkest phase.
Myth of invincibility
cracks, in the dawn
of miracles. The vibes take
over the song of shadows.
The trial begins.
You have to prove the depth
of kissing of stings.
Every word was not true.
Satish Verma, 12 march 2024
Pencil Eyes
Things go beyond your
vision. I transcend gods,
punished by crowds.
Writing history.
I want to disagree
with the story of
headless accession.
The valley has
bloomed indigo. Red
stars in grey sky
start wailing.
When earth moves
in dark. Sun brightens
the saddened face
of kismet.
Satish Verma, 11 march 2024
Clear As Water
A poet's eye
sails from room to room.
Do you know which wall
opened to devour my love?
I had wished to see
the femineity of moon risen.
It had burned my
lips like cinders.
In very dark time
big China roses were waiting
to honour the anonymous
author of gravity.
I don't hear your
voice in cloudburst.
Fragile poems will cry―
if you don't open the fist.
Satish Verma, 10 march 2024
Getting Solace
Pain indigo of
half-moon, will travel
from head to toes.
You cannot carry
your own weight on rocks
of life without tears
Of mortification.
Perhaps one day you slip
the crude slaying.
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