Satish Verma, 8 august 2024
It was yesterday's
sin. The poem like a lovely
face starts a monologue.
In infinite dark
you come like a prayer,
I shiver like a temple.
Nobody wants me
to depart, under the stars
like a genetic gain.
The moon was on.
Light was dim, I was still
grieving not to touch you.
My apology for
saying goodbye. Breath to
breath I gave you my life.
Satish Verma, 7 august 2024
You will change one
day, in rattling bones, trying
to make yourself whole.
Living in heart only
for transient love. Was it possible
to become immortal in poems?
One day I will meet
you outside the moon. Where
our embraces have gone?
A street car stumbles
on rocks of broken windows.
Now I cannot see your face.
What was left in
our hands. I read daily your
lines. They cry every night.
Satish Verma, 6 august 2024
Sometimes I will not
tell you. You had shown me light.
Do not go in storm.
Let me unlock the
known. Knowing too much
was curse of unknown.
What you want to
say was a predicament. The
problem of non-loving hurts.
Can you exist with
my humility? I will touch
your eyes colour.
The time of sorrow and
sorrow of time are not same.
Do not break the silence.
Satish Verma, 5 august 2024
Let me reach the
zero point, where I didn't
want to go.
The hymn to saddened
goddess, will always belong to
sender of black roses.
I will ask a question
after seeing you. Were you
ready to receive a non-killer?
The coming of my
rival was a blue shame.
I did not touch your lips.
The sun wakes up
and the dew shines again
on your flickering lids.
Satish Verma, 3 august 2024
When you disturb
me, I feel as if you
have arrived.
You become yourself
like the serene water
of a blue lake.
Passion of a poem
has a splendid effect.
The street going nowhere cries.
Tonight I will ruffle
your hairs to hide the
moon face of a rising star.
What sparks a prayer,
when I think of losing you.
Organic tears give way.
Satish Verma, 2 august 2024
An ocean floods
your eyes. Flares the wound
of words. There was no friend.
Across the borders,
nameless horses run to win
the race. There were no masters.
Let it go. The time,
I forget myself and start
searching the other self.
Will you walk
with me in snow? To locate
the buried hand of the butcher?
Tonight I will
become a priest to write
on the walls of love flame.
Satish Verma, 1 august 2024
I sit in your prayer.
Marygolds clap.
You come and go in dark.
Buddha lies down and
thinks. Why sandalwood gives
beautiful smell without burns.
A room collects
cadavers. You search your
father in ashes.
In the domes your
voice comes back after meeting
God in distress.
Where truth lives? Have
you ever heard of him or
crossed him on the road.
Satish Verma, 31 july 2024
When you lit
the candle. I become stranger
to me. Time stops.
In short sojourn
the mystery deepens. Sometime
I don't understand you.
A private message
comes and goes. A wall rises
between truth and lies.
I want you, but
cannot touch the sea salt.
A ghost walks with us.
Blue marks appear.
Did you try to squeeze my arm?
Memories hurt like arrows.
Satish Verma, 30 july 2024
Civility brings
emptiness. Where do I
fall back? Your eyes will haunt?
Ground zero. Are
you coming to surrender?
To save humanity?
Shell-shocked. Sometimes
you read your palms. What
would I write on wall?
Ingrained our
initials on the pine trunk
to stay till the cones fall?
What do you think?
We will stay together, when
hurricane strikes?
Satish Verma, 29 july 2024
Civility brings
emptiness. Where do I
fall back? Your eyes will haunt?
Ground zero. Are
you coming to surrender?
To save humanity?
Shell-shocked. Sometimes
you read your palms. What
would I write on wall?
Ingrained our
initials on the pine trunk
to stay till the cones fall?
What do you think?
We will stay together, when
hurricane strikes?
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