Satish Verma, 6 november 2023
Do trees quiver
in dark at night,
exploring their original skins
under the starlight?
Why do they talk
when we sleep?
Living is very cheap
and dying was expensive.
Would you mind
to buy death, letter by
letter in understanding
the market?
The Sunday moon was
always beautiful. You stay
on terrace to say goodbye
before closing the book.
There was eternal pain,
outside and inside.
steve, 5 november 2023
As I'm out here on my own, it gets harder everyday...
And I think about when you were here, the things I didn't say,
Every night is longer, than the one that came before...
And I feel as though I'm stranded, on some far and distant shore,
Our bed is cold and lonely,as I lay my head to sleep...
And I wish that I was stronger, as I close my eyes and weep,
The house just seems to echo, it's your voice that I can hear...
From times we were together, like reflections in the mirror,
I wonder if you have regrets, or feel the way I do...
For every single part of me, is still in love with you,
Tell me you don't care, that your not in love with me...
That all the years mean nothing, you just wanted to be free,
That you moved on without me, and you want it all to end...
And I'll disappear before your eyes, like "smoke upon the wind"...
Satish Verma, 5 november 2023
Read me if you
care. I am going to
rip off the lid of oven.
How many faces
you will wear, when it is
raining silver and gold?
It sounds like wrought
bones. I find myself suspended
in air, like humming bird,
not like drone.
It was a mutual
suicide of opioid love. It
does not belong to me. the
divested home of words.
The pink wounds
on the wall of memory.
Not me, not you.
steve, 4 november 2023
All I ever wanted, was to share that part of you...
But you don't want to share with me, the way I wanted too,
You don't even care, that I cry myself to sleep...
I wish I'd never met you, for I've fallen in too deep,
Either you're as cold as ice, or you don't have a clue...
Just how much I care, or how much I need you...
It gets harder everyday, and something has to give...
You know this is "killing me", but I just want to live,
If I'm the only one that cares, I know how this will end...
As lonely takes another life, and I lose another friend,
I wish things could be different, I wish that you would stay...
But I've got to save myself, and goodbye's the only way,
Whatever you decide, I promise to see through...
Right now and always has, this heart belongs to you...
Satish Verma, 4 november 2023
Was there any
time space to recuperate
in self-esteem?
How can you define
hunger, when there was
no food for thoughts?
Who will name
the icon to regerminate
the lost dreams.
You tried to catch
the flames without burning
your hands.
Self-immolation
was animation of a prodigal
sun giving away light.
The ailing justice
cannot deliver the mercy
to wounded humanity.
steve, 3 november 2023
How do I touch your heart, the way that you touched mine?
You hold the keys to Heaven, but I can't cross the line,
You're everything I've dreamed of, the answer to a prayer...
And the only thing I need, that I need more than air,
You have the power to give me, what I've never known...
And my last chance at love, before God calls me home,
If only for a day, or an hour you were mine...
Your gift would be enough, of heaven to enshrine,
I will cherish "every moment", and everything you give...
And take with me my heart, till the last day I live.
steve, 3 november 2023
I knew it was just a matter of time.. and then you would be gone..
And I would be here all alone.. to face the morning dawn,
I knew what I was in for.. I knew how this would end..
I knew I loved you from the start.. and I'd always call you friend,
I don't regret one minute.. of time I spent with you..
If asked if I would do it again.. you know what I would do,
You gave to me a gift, so precious and surreal...
What I haven't felt in 30 years, and the last I ever will,
Satish Verma, 3 november 2023
Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils,
like four-leaf clover.
This dysfunctional life,
ought to have given me once,
a piece of moon.
Crammed skull, sometime
gives an abrupt
pause. I become a stone.
Walls separated us.
I would not cross the
river of inferno.
Can we laugh
together, before we peel
the oranges to make
our eyes blink?
Satish Verma, 2 november 2023
Becoming was
eggs walk. You were
wearing human heart.
When you shed
the qualms, poems fly
out of the nest.
This was an
absurd math. Did you
reach the mount of god?
As it happens,
you understand it very late.
There was fear of living ever.
Will it come out?
The meaning? From in-house
search of truth.
Do you believe, groping
will find the missing book?
steve, 1 november 2023
I thought we had something special, a friendship made to last...
We've been through so much together, while both letting go of the past,
I thought that I could control it, no longer it controlled me...
But you walked in and our eyes met, how wrong could I possibly be,
What am I supposed to do, with feelings that tear me apart...
So much for thinking I'm stronger, I have no control of my heart,
Am I to walk away from you, am I supposed to say goodbye...
That's not something I can do, it'd be easier just to die,
There are no words left to describe, the feelings I harbor for you...
"Lonely doesn't come close", but it couldn't be more true.
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