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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 november 2023

Incognito

Agni was weird
slayer. You can vouch
for it, eyes shut.

In the starless night,
moon was arrested once
for trespassing palms.

The nest receives
the feathers of lost birds,
left for foreign seas.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 november 2023

Bruised Knees

You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.

Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?

If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?


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steve

steve, 27 november 2023

"Can't Let Go"

I never ment to fall in love, the risk was way too high...
But it's too late now for turning back, I can't say goodbye,
I just wanted to have some fun, I tried to keep my head...
But I lost my focus on danger, and lost my heart instead,
Blinded by your beauty, and pulled into the dance...
Swept away by brown eyes, I never stood a chance,
I'm not sure what I was thinking, did I think I had control?
I thought that I was hanging on, now I "can't let go",
I know I'm going to feel the pain, when I finally hit the ground...
That's the price my heart must pay, for being left unbound,
I'd love a happy ending , but that's not the way it goes...
There's no such thing as fairy tales, ask anyone who knows.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 november 2023

Bruised Knees

You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.

Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?

If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?


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steve

steve, 26 november 2023

"My Wildest Dreams"

I already had all the treasure, as rich as my wildest dreams...
But my heart wasn't paying attention, and now I've lost everything,
My world is crashing around me, just tell me it's a bad dream...
My life has started unwinding, and nothing is as it seems,
For the one who's holding my heart, is no longer by my side...
How could I take for granted, that her love would never die,
How could I have left her alone, all those lonely nights?
Making money and power my mistress, the only thing in my sights,
How could I not see before me, the rich"s I already had...
A loving wife who adored me, and kids who looked up to there dad,
The world I knew is now crumbling, I can't stop it from falling apart...
I was too blind to see when I had you, and that has torn me apart,
I hope that you can forgive me, nothing else matters to me...
What will I do if I loose you, because of what I couldn't see.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 november 2023

Drifting

Killing field
was still red!

What you were
searching in moonlight?

A small poem
cannot provide balm
for troubled mind.

Moon will come
every night to find
his paramour.

Words keep on
changing the sounds.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 november 2023

Freezing Scream

It was a perfect
cover.
I ask you to let me go,
and stop praying for me.

The unspelled secrets
of moon, will not bother
you now. They start pain
from thoughts to thoughts.

Like a china rose
in exile, you hang out
in solitude. Not dust,
but water will melt us both.

In aloneness, I will
find you on red stones―
surrounded by wolves of
memory and freezing dawn.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 november 2023

Awake, Arise

Birth of dark secrets
would extend in black light.
Travesty of sun.

I am in troubled
mode of mind. The eagle
dives to catch moon.

In water. Butterfly
effect you can see in
distant blue stars.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 november 2023

Hundred Stories

Shrinking like the
face of moon, dark truth slips
from elite height.

The fear of unborn
poem, tears the blank paper
hiding the words.

Will rebirthing work
in stoned psychotherapy
of conversation?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 november 2023

A Summer's Stroke

Don't come near sea,
I ask the moon, braless―
in love galore.

What will you see
in eyes of the burning sun―
rising very sadly?

It was writer's cramp,
coming at shrine of snow
god under dark clouds.


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