Satish Verma, 21 september 2023
You always tried
to conceal the imperfect
hunting under moon.
One must recite
the ghost mantras to
be bohemian.
They will pound
the chests with whole kin
to pacify the pir.
Satish Verma, 20 september 2023
Your lips go dry, when
body twirls to catch a kiss.
The sting ever asks.
Unshackled, you will
come to become prisoner
of a seething sun.
Visiting city of
orphanages, you cross the
high rise asylum.
Satish Verma, 19 september 2023
No ceremony. I
will walk out from the star―
gazing one day.
The spirit moves
away of body to wear the moon
of a dying sun.
I don't like small birds,
that make loud noises
in hollow trees.
Satish Verma, 18 september 2023
You bend like an
ocean to catch the moon―
in twilight of gods.
To deliver godly
gene I pack your smile
in womb of dry roses.
Who returns the loan
of love given to red eyes
paying back in tears!
Satish Verma, 16 september 2023
For whom the bruised
fingers tap the door of
invincible death?
When the water will
touch the feet of dying earth,
to pay homage?
Man stands in mudhole
watching sunflowers to wilt
with waning sunlight.
Satish Verma, 15 september 2023
The emptiness of
ageing cells seeks a tiger
to maul the house.
Of sizzled dreams.
Why one has to become
ethereal in―
Quest for elixir?
I peel off tangerine's
strange red skin.
Satish Verma, 14 september 2023
Come inside
me and explore god of
fire burning the world.
A miracle was
not the answer. The pathless
trek ends in water.
To live or not
to live like light
in eyes of moon.
Satish Verma, 13 september 2023
I see dark lines
under your eyes. Something
was amiss.
Tears had dried
up. One does not get
even the longing.
To find the missing
letter to tell the desire.
Will you follow me?
Absurd hyphens increase.
Do you get some serenity
from bloodberries?
Cannot hold on―
my lovely rags. Words talk,
hello the pain.
Satish Verma, 12 september 2023
Don't give me aches,
by becoming tall.
I will not change my style.
Not scared. There
was a pause, between
the screams.
There you were
playing with the other truth,
which was not mine.
I was not alone,
buried in your hums.
Pain was my goddess!
The lamb was dead
taking off her coat. I wear
the skin of dandelions
to walk on wet land.
Satish Verma, 11 september 2023
It was frightening
to grow up in light.
You wanted to come out
in dark for gene intimacy.
There were long
shadows of words, which
had their own character
and morality.
The suspense hovers.
The spark ignites the double
kiss when asked, stitching
the break.
In finding myself
anew, I lost you.
Death will not separate fragrance
from the rose.
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