Satish Verma, 25 june 2023
Tracing ancestory,
my poem will talk to you one day
under wolf moon.
The skin starts burning.
Singed hands will collect some
salt from god's kitchen.
No new meaning has
come out from book after
desacralization.
Satish Verma, 23 june 2023
You were casual
in making bed of thorns
to collect the blood!
Fearless, light combs
the dark hairs of earth to
feel masculinity.
You rise from the
mangroves to print pattern of
wounds on the limbs.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2023
How to repair the
heart? The petunias will
not listen to me.
Inverted funnels
allow the beetles to
land for honey.
Where the words end,
silence speaks of eternal
pain of treason.
Satish Verma, 20 june 2023
Between wolf and
vampire, you burn the
marrow of moon.
Carnivore. You
define the perfect surrender.
No peace as yet.
My father talks to
my son in sleep, to wear
an old hawthorn crown.
Satish Verma, 18 june 2023
You play bloody words
I am discovering myself
after you left.
A serpentine
history of love and hate,
hurting ourselves.
Want to see a blind.
Who will not ask my religion
my color and my creed.
Satish Verma, 17 june 2023
A fistful of scent,
I inhale the lingering
pain moving crescently.
What was your doubt?
The weak bones will not carry
some hidden truths.
The earth will stink,
of broken water. No new god
was going to appear.
Satish Verma, 16 june 2023
Speechless, I start
adoring you, separating
the milk and water.
You talk of divine
touch of agni of moon.
Who was sun's daughter?
Can you recite a
mantra to wake a sleeping
angel to hold light?
Satish Verma, 15 june 2023
A blood oath you
made stabbing the moon.
Will not wait for sun.
Never bled the light
in dark to watch your face
in gleaming tears.
Would you like to
sit under the bodhi tree
to take in Buddha?
Satish Verma, 13 june 2023
A blood oath you
made stabbing the moon.
Will not wait for sun.
Never bled the light
in dark to watch your face
in gleaming tears.
Would you like to
sit under the bodhi tree
to take in Buddha?
Satish Verma, 10 june 2023
A deathless shadow
follows us O god. Your pain
was bigger than me.
Each day bears a
witness of my love for dying
truth in your hands.
A damper brings fog
in eyes. I cannot read
your citations.
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