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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 august 2023

Becoming A Totem

Moon was playing
with a skylark. I give
a whistle. He ducks behind
the palm.

This was your figment
of imagination. You had
said, bring the last sound
of the forest.

I was the giver.
I am the taker.

An immaculate kiss
of the flame will decide
the destiny of bullet.

There was no distance
between the lips and
the hiss of the venomous snake.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 august 2023

Empty Bowls

Standing alone
in darkness of stairwell
searching light.

You were not immortal
I had lost my speech
in my pain's birth.

Why it had to
happen, altering the genes
of unborn progeny?

I miss my divine
peace. You say nothing.
Space between nights shrinks.

We were scared.
Sun was hiding. I re-send
my prayer. Never pick
the meaning.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 august 2023

In My Small Fists

You seldom touch
the flames of eyes, when
I believed it was true.
Your hand burns.

Ceremonial. I
pluck the roses in
delirium. O pain-giver
there was beautiful blood.

Cloud, cloud tears
slip for thousand of years
to reach the dry lips of iris.
Why did I go blind?

After the snake bite
you turn blue, a goddess
of forgotten sins, I
will never blame you.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 august 2023

Graceful

Why did I go
for you at the end of road?
Copper weeps.

Like air hugging
you, smelling your wet
scented hairs.

Poverty was a gift
of god. You were very
rich. Strange!

What you will
wear at the death of moon?
sun was red.

Signing on the
skin of dying butterfly,
what you wanted to say?

Put off the lamp.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 august 2023

Common Thoughts

Dying daily
without touching you.
A panther plays―
with a fawn and then eats him.

The mode of living
is changing. I rise with
sun and fall with moon.

Read me in your
palms and recite the
prayer to belongingness.

Ah, all the miseries
were coming on surface.
Who failed the religion,
the fidelity?

You don't want to
come near end. Will aesthetics
save you?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 august 2023

Show Me The Path

Take away my super
moon and sweet earth, I
am going to attain moksha.

Absurd thinking
helps to meet the dynasty
of wasps who are
leading blood clots.

Why were you
condemned to drink
the glass of hemlock?

Why did you need
pure test in place of suicide?
Was suffering better
than passion flowers?

It looks meaningless
still, I print question marks.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 august 2023

Ask Me

It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.

In this immoral
world, why someone died
laughing?

This is not true.
Nobody wants to be honored
after the death of unknown.

You become a child,
after the murder of sepia night
for the sake of moon.

It was like a
trail of the trembling comet,
when the god cried.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 august 2023

Talking To A Phantom

Spreading marigold
dust at the feet of uncovered
deity, I ask, was there
any home to go back?

Why did you walk
away from the tree―
of wisdom?

Why do we conceal
our wounds, talking
about metaphysics?

It was not what
I had wished to be original.
Life takes its pound
of flesh.

A question mark
will always follow you.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 july 2023

New Sports

I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps,
and stars play the chess.

I would defy
the death, but life
defeats me.

Message of the
love was disquieting.
I prepare the ancient
alphabets.

I will go on
diet of pain, perfectly
making me strong.

We live in ourselves
collecting the
nuggets of tears.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 july 2023

Unmaking Love

Let it be. Your face
hidden between the
words.

Somebody starts
commiting suicide like
moth to the flame.

It was dark
when you become nothing―
in acoustic range.

I will not
interpret the butterfly's
meaningless dance.

Who believes in
one's own death,
to be born again like a
third person.

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