Satish Verma, 31 october 2023
Adieu, you may not
become a meal
of violence?
The pheromones are
released for predatior
after the embrace. Don't follow
the path of hawk in sky.
O, opal, what
colour you are going to
opt at the marriage of moon?
The nascent pain
is taking birth. The seed
cannot promise to become
a tree.
The trams morals
are moving like centepeds,
you raise your hand to
ask a question of time!
Satish Verma, 29 october 2023
Words would wear the blood caps.
In tyranny of the full moon,
the wound becomes bigger.
Mask after mask,
you will never find the
real face. The cannibalism
makes you sick.
I survived the branding.
O god, I will never
shame you. The virginity
was at stake in the hands
of angels.
You receive the bullet,
when glowers were thrown.
Violence has a price.
Brick by brick you make
the temple again.
Satish Verma, 28 october 2023
Moon rolls,
on its own without
clouds.
Now you can,
fix the things, reading
dark.
Every day ends.
The road will not sleep.
Dusk to dawn,
candle weeps.
Like no pain
now, of your separation,
sparking rage.
Now you are
Plato. Will write for
the ascending hemlock, that
will destroy the hope.
Satish Verma, 27 october 2023
At lake point
I had yet to kiss you.
I always said to
you. Age would never
give clemency.
I must subject
myself for scrutiny.
Where did the math go wrong?
The temple, a
shrine. A viper always
waited.
Tell me, would
you ever sign the will
to let go the rope?
Moon and sea, will
maintain the distance.
Satish Verma, 26 october 2023
A bizarre dream,
You come out in starry
night to touch the moon,
and fall on the thorns.
The eccentric nobility
of lords demands the
evidence of slaughter.
But chariot comes empty.
Order, order.
Someone fails in boots.
You walk barefoot
to meet the god of untruths.
The victim stands
like a prey before the grand
master. The beautiful
pagoda implodes.
Satish Verma, 25 october 2023
It was a brutal
day. My choice was a pink
moon above me.
The violence in
absentia impedes the
kiss of phlox in spring.
The fugitive
comes back home to see
bloody handprints on wall.
steve, 24 october 2023
There's nothing in this world, I want more than you...
Without you, there is nothing I have the will to do,
I can't face another day, wondering where you are...
Nor drown away the memories, sitting in some bar,
If I never reach you, how am I to live?
When the only thing that matters, is something you won't give,
I would give my life tonight, just to be with you...
For no one else in this world, makes me feel the way you do,
But alas my life has ended, for I can't reach your heart...
And I can see no reason, from this world, I shouldn't part.
For what is life without you, like a day without a night...
No end and no beginning, as I sit alone and write,
If only you cared about me, then you'd finally see...
That you are the only place in life, where I wish to be.
But I failed to make you understand and failed to make you care...
Let the execution of my soul, be the answer to my prayer.,
steve, 24 october 2023
It's not easy when you're here, time hasn't eased the pain...
And I'm not yet strong enough, that I can break the chains,
I thought that I was stronger, till you came into view...
But when my eyes met yours, I already knew,
You still have my heart, as I'm hanging by a thread...
And I still carry regret, for words I never said,
It's my last chance to reach you if you'll only let me in...
I'll show you what you've never felt, and never will again,
You have nothing to lose, and everything to gain...
I don't want to say goodbye, but I'm weary of the pain,
I know that your uncertain, on a road you've never been...
So take my hand, let me lead, and this journey will begin,
I promise "no regrets", if you'll let me touch your heart...
And I will keep it close to mine until the day I part.
Satish Verma, 24 october 2023
Standing alone
in the ring of fire,
you wanted deletion
of sun.
Somewhere destiny
fails, like reversal of
answers. Without
gallows tree, nobody wants to die.
Looking in old mirror,
you want to sleep
in canthi of eyes. The
flesh revolts.
I don't want to see
the end of beginning. Your
thumbprint has left the
curves, that lead
you to unknown.
Satish Verma, 23 october 2023
Endogamy.
Don't hear much
of human voices.
Moon will rise again?
Deep angst,
pitch dark.
There was no truce
between the trees.
Undermining―
the sanctity of god's words.
You want to take the chair
of judge and hear to yourself.
I spot the blood
on sleeves. Who had used
the cleaver?
Can you bring
a period of silence, to
meditate for peace?
Somebody was laughing hilariously.
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