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Satish Verma, 25 january 2024

Convulsions

Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road
of undanced goddess.

God of sins waits.
Light refuses to enter
the eyes looking at sky.

The beehive spills
to make you human of
vanishing tribe.

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Satish Verma, 22 january 2024

Convulsions

Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road
of undanced goddess.

God of sins waits.
Light refuses to enter
the eyes looking at sky.

The beehive spills
to make you human of
vanishing tribe.

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Satish Verma, 21 january 2024

Blood Prints

Do not wade in
tears, in blood-deep wounds.
It was a black gold.

Moon was hauling
the night. There was no ending
of empty words. Silver

would not leap in
sun. I become poor in
the court of charity.

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Satish Verma, 20 january 2024

On Naked Paper

Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts
in the raging sun.

There was a deep
gorge between the hills.
My face turns blue.

Trembling hands will knit
splendent wreath for a
departing moon.

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Satish Verma, 18 january 2024

You are beautiful,
still untouched by moon.
I am creating myth.

In small hours, I
release the pain at dusk
to touch you unsaid.

I think, not to think of
you, when nightingale comes
to collect your song.

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Satish Verma, 17 january 2024

Like Memes

It was hazy in Plato's
cave, I was trying to study
the painting on wall.

Why do I fear for you?
Words have gone dumb
in full moon.

Was it a presence
without flesh, bones?
Only sparkling eyes?

I touch you warily.
Trembling I ask you to come
back in my twirling life.

You do not move.
It happens like never
before. Spirit weeps.

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steve, 16 january 2024

"Not Another You"

I think I missed the train.. I should be riding on...
I'm standing at the station.. but I think its long since gone,
I used to have a ticket.. that afforded any ride...
But the only thing I have, is lonelyness and pride,
I can hear the whistle blowing.. as the echo moves away...
But there's nothing I can do.. that changes yesterday,
The past is just a memory.. of things I should of done...
And everything inside me.. tells me.. your the one,
I couldn't see you clearly.. through the fog across the tracks...
But if you were at the station.. I'd come running back,
And as the whistle fades away.. it whispers what I knew...
They'll always be another train.. but "not another you".

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Satish Verma, 16 january 2024

Seeking Peace

Trying to make my
life ephemeral, inviting
back my pains.

It was organic,
love unexplained. A
cryptic approach was
birthed to survive.

I wouldn't touch
the aura of falling star
to stitch the wounds.

I might have
covered the ash body
without leaves. There
were unburied secrets.

Remember me in
dark when the earth
opens the eyes.

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Satish Verma, 15 january 2024

Embracing Dark

Unclench your fist.
Release the fireflies.
It is getting dark.

The moonflowers
are in full bloom, opening
at dusk till noon.

In the morning
I will unlock the moon
to go back its home.

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Satish Verma, 13 january 2024

Whispering Clouds

The veiled buds for
you, living on the moon,
in explicit shades.

Why didn't you leave
a trail of disaster, after
hissing the last breath?

I was to be me,
looking at the clock unblinking,
to stop the era.

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Convulsions

Convulsions

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