Satish Verma, 5 september 2023
When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?
A tall promise was
broken. To see or not to
see writing on wall.
What was the half-truth
which would change the color of
horizon at dusk?
Satish Verma, 4 september 2023
No more I will
confront you in rain after
imprint of peach lips.
A collective
scream goes unheard, god sleeps.
The sky burns endlessly.
You will never know,
how do I live, when glacier
breaks, I fall in chasm.
Satish Verma, 2 september 2023
Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You
were wading in sand.
Give me a slip
of eyes. A scion was
ready to catch winds.
Behind the teeth
lies a bloody tongue. Will spell
your ancient name.
Satish Verma, 31 august 2023
Like a stingray
you hurt. My chest heaves
and falls. God, you―
Remain untouched
in sacred well of honor
like holy water.
I will come back
in tiger cave to count
the stripes of blood.
Satish Verma, 29 august 2023
Still I am looking
at the path, from where you
disappeared.
In void between
living and dead, leaving no
memory to drape.
The dust will recall
the weight of footfalls in
air to bleed stones.
Satish Verma, 27 august 2023
You failed me.
O god, your shadow one day
will break from you.
We had ached
together once. You are now
larger than death.
Going beyond sky,
you will step into space, and
I will start wailing.
Satish Verma, 25 august 2023
Will mediation
work? I don't know.
Half-truths will betray.
A united birth
of good and evil. Was
it ordained? How do you
mend the eternal tear?
We had climbed
together the steps of god's
mount. But temple was
in ruins. Deity mauled.
The bullet holes
stillbleed. This was a
perfect win of black moon.
I cannot drink your tears.
Does it matter? You
were loosing the charisma?
Satish Verma, 23 august 2023
Keep your persona
blessed. I miss you.
Do you meet the
mockingbird often? Ask
the larkspur to stay open
the spur. I may come any day
to give a kiss.
Why did you
embrace the path
of submission, leaving
the prophet of mercy?
Between why and
how I was discovering
myself in vain.
Do you believe
in seclusion of pain?
I always cried in dark.
Satish Verma, 21 august 2023
Like holocaust,
rolling moon brings
massacre. You
burn inside.
The empire was in
ruins, I was searching
peace in half-truths.
A flying snake
lands on your chest,
when you were asleep.
You wouldn't find a clue.
The philosophy of
dying in beauty creates
a myth.
Why did you play with
questions. There were no
answers.
Satish Verma, 19 august 2023
Stitch your eyes
before you see the slit,
in the rock, that brought
an earthquake.
The sensors were
becoming robotic. You cannot
feel touch or smell the
thoughts.
The spider silk
was very strong. It
twists your reasoning without
spilling blood.
Pass on-some salt.
It was too sweet to believe
in the words of a half-soul.
I want to get back
my old pain.
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