Satish Verma, 10 june 2024
Not a doomsday
O hardened life, I cannot
read you like a Rosetta stone.
You walk under
Jacarandas to become purplish
blue without moony touch.
The scented air
brings meltdown, I rise
the candle to count the tears.
A trembling prayer
dries on your lips. A university
of love burns in eyes.
An orange color
abducts the clouds for a forced
marriage with sun.
Satish Verma, 9 june 2024
I have come back
to myself, after
immeasurable loss.
I will give a call
to my alpha mate in sky,
to ameliorate my sin.
You had given me
pain. The difference between
pen and paper was the ink.
Not maleficent, we
were returning to war
in trenches.
This life had been
too much. Not more than
an honest penance.
Satish Verma, 8 june 2024
Looking at picture
writing on the face, I will
search myself in you.
I want you take
baby steps after the encounter
with the lost horizon.
The flora, the fauna
of your psyche, illustrates
a sculpture in action.
The blue eyes the
wait for the snake charmer
to bring the vipers kiss.
The pain of dying
at the door of unopened
fort will arrest the vibes.
Satish Verma, 7 june 2024
Trying to meet the
best of you, after seeking
nothing. Two halves never sleep.
Silently creeping,
glaciers were ready for
meltdown. Earth breaks.
Into tears. I don't
want to think, to speak. Staring
at you finding fault in sun.
The poetry seeks
some answers for unknown
questions, sitting in wilderness.
The moon aborted
twice to land on earth,
to search for the namesakes.
Satish Verma, 6 june 2024
Was it a death trap?
You were staring unblinkingly
at the black hole.
I will not play with
the dirty words. I will pray
you shouldn't make it.
The child cries. Wolf
gets away with a big chunk
of flesh of earth.
Satish Verma, 30 may 2024
When I pined for
you, you were lost in open
space. Something―
Dies inside me
daily. I watch daring fall
of pride to kill sun.
Let it be dark now
on this side of moon. Clouds
cover the shame.
Satish Verma, 28 may 2024
You want to go
extinct, dying of love
hormone. I will
Be strong to honor
the dignity of the human
patience in flames.
It hots up. The wild
conflict, between give and
take of god's kiss.
Satish Verma, 27 may 2024
Moon was looking
in my eyes. Time to sink my
ship coming apart.
Sunset was visible.
Don't want to give a chance
to write off pen.
Ironic. Shifting
away from peace. Why turn
to black hole?
Satish Verma, 26 may 2024
Listen to silence
of pain of heart, where
sun cannot reach.
Write to me a letter
in calligraphy. I want to
sleep in words arms.
I will not explore
any relationship for any
amorous signs.
Satish Verma, 25 may 2024
Lips collide. I
smear the memories on
your forehead.
Will you wake up
one day for me to rewrite
the mercy of wounds?
How shall we meet
before or after the demise
of cooling sun?
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