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steve, 4 november 2023

Killing Me

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...

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Satish Verma, 4 november 2023

Celebrating Blood Signed Will

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.

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steve, 3 november 2023

Every Moment

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.

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steve, 3 november 2023

Matter Of Time

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,

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Satish Verma, 3 november 2023

Don't Forget

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?

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Satish Verma, 2 november 2023

Stranger In A Fix

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?

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steve, 1 november 2023

Lonely Doesn't Even Come Close

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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Satish Verma, 31 october 2023

The Charity

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!

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Satish Verma, 29 october 2023

Myths Of Centuries

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.

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Satish Verma, 28 october 2023

What Was It?

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.

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Killing Me

Celebrating Blood Signed Will

Every Moment

Matter Of Time

Don't Forget

Stranger In A Fix

Lonely Doesn't Even Come Close

The Charity

Myths Of Centuries

What Was It?

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