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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 april 2023

Sacred Horse

Charging at the
huddled moon, palm
leaves release the
elixir.

I watch a beautiful
death dance, pouting
her lips,
very quiet.

Oh, precious pain,
come again. The
rock wants to
commit suicide.

My entreaty
will not reach the
heavenly bird, I want
to walk on holy sin.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 april 2023

The Myth Of Truths

After you gave me a
split rupture,
there was a mirror pain.

The bruises get away
without mercy. A hand will
write reversely a poem.

You cannot erase
the stink, which comes from
the mouthless words.

And the triangle
will eat the floating bodies
of bloated dreams.

Who always chased
me with subtlety, when
hills were crumbling.

Moon becomes lunatic.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 april 2023

Take Back Your Swallows

You let go, of me
to wear the hawthorn's
crown, to probe, what I
wouldn't know.

In the ending was
beginning of a fragile
kiss of waning moon, before
the daffodils fall on ground.

I try to forget
the number of steps you
have not taken towards
the moment of enormity.

The laced wounds
prepare to make water
thin for the sleetof
salt water in red eyes.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 april 2023

What You Were Not

In soundless
landscape, I will meet the
ultimate, waking pain
of understanding.

Back and forth
pillars of strength would fall.
Nothing else will shock me.
Measureless I become.

Do you see a halo
around the moon? She was
the goddess of a
lost songbird.

I want to stop
thinking. I owe you the
holy truth. Life was
no more grainy.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 april 2023

Suffering

When I ask for
the innovation, you
lob the moon.

Glass and sand
in your eyes, melt into
kisses. There was no
other way.

You cannibalize my
poems, make a statuette
and wear the pendant.

You stone a wall
of paper. Why did it
carry the names of
failed gods?

You watch the stream
of tears feeding the red
poppies about to be
slaughtered.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 april 2023

Want To Think?

What you will not
say, after becoming cosy
with the moon in sleep walk?

Holding my hand,
you wanted to squeeze
time for the sake of fallen
star in the black sea
of ifs and buts.

The tears were
great solvent, when you
inhaled the fumes of
karma, to go high.

The seizure will
come again, wrapped in
golden shroud, against the
hope of suicide.

Meditation brings
sweet music.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 april 2023

Maturity

Black tree
feeds the blood root.
There will be no sonic
connectivity.

How could I love
you so, at moonrise?
Shall I say the watercolor
has been washed?

It was not the culture
and style of time. The
renaissance wants to extract
the rare price.

Crisp nouns would
take revenge on the
unuttered words. The sacred
ism was no more valid.

Let the clouds cover
the bleeding sky.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 april 2023

Ephemeral Wings

Night was pregnant
with the moon.
The execution will follow.

An arrow finds
a path, which leads you
in fog of baby steps.

Adoration lived in
the narrow eyes of firefly.
The dark bush sways in
flightless arms.

Embrace of an
angel goes amorously
tense. Negation leaves a
deep wound.

There would be no exit―
of the trembling pain,
live on the flames.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 april 2023

Fall In November

Hurting myself
in piecemeal to reach
your meanings.

Paradise lost―
for one day, when the makeup
goes in flames.

I will be in sea,
when the valley burns deep
and a Digambara
finds the truth.

The mob was arranged
in place. Wasps had very
thin waists, but stings
were sharp.

The smile was
venomous. You will not
live to see the slaughter.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 april 2023

In Dustbath

The freckles were
appearing on the face
of Venus―

Arms broken.
A man-eater was shot
dead, while feeding.

The reddened skin
invites a vespa. Sometimes
you love the stings.

You wait for
the sunsets, before the
Venus flytrap shuts.

Drifting on the
dust road, I start
searching my lost address.

How will you hear
my voice?

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