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Satish Verma, 28 november 2022
Relics Of Words
An ailing sun.
I grieve for a lost song
unheard in rains.
*
The kneaded flesh
of a weeping star pulsates
on the split grains.
*
Let the mother resolve,
who was the immortal son
of the bruised earth.
Satish Verma, 27 november 2022
Blade Of Temper
That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.
*
It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect―
seeds of love and hate.
*
Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.
Satish Verma, 25 november 2022
Flawed Moments
Listen to wind in
dark. I was hurting myself
not to kiss black rose.
*
There was blood under
the eyes for writing unknown
truths about a fall.
*
Time was not for myths.
The traveler resumes journey
to meet failed god!
Satish Verma, 24 november 2022
Exiting Self
The glass eye looks
at moon, caves in moonlight,
to hurl the flames.
*
Bright pink will have
collision effect on you
to lose me at dawn.
*
No grass, no palms in
path of self-immolation,
when sun was cooling.
Satish Verma, 22 november 2022
Many Injuries
Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling
vultures. I am burning
like Vega.
You had shot down
the wrong prophecy. My
candle burns whole night to search
the lost ring.
Blame of tears
was fading. Larkspurs would
miss the delphiniums. Deception
attracts the crowd. Colors blend.
Concealing the wall
yellow lilies try to bluff me
from underground. Spring was
still afar.
The second existence
was not possible. Trying to
go again for a trial.
Satish Verma, 21 november 2022
Consecrating Muse
The big toe
like some ego, breaks the syntax.
You cannot climb the poem.
Time knows,
whom to possess, when the thought
moves out of the mind.
Words were missing
from your teeth. You won't
bite the moon.
Black lips print
a kiss on white forefront, intersecting
past and future.
You learn to
become still in witch hunt
of a lost thread of sacred kill.
Indeed you discover
Yourself, reading the myth of modern
Sisyphus and floating rock.
Satish Verma, 20 november 2022
Emptiness
What would you like
to wear, when oracle's
prophecy comes true.
Temple of pure love
was coming up, but there
was no deity.
You wouldn't think,
what I was thinking often.
Last night I slapped myself.
The black moon
rattles, after its message
goes into flames.
Can you talk
in piecemeals, surrounded
by smokescreen of words?
A baby nightingale
sings awkwardly. There
were clouds, no rains.
Satish Verma, 19 november 2022
Disturbances
How far you can go
to remain dumb and dare
to become legless?
Show me the spirit
once. The streak,
the clouds.
I will leave my
footprints in rose-garden
for you to follow my scent.
Neighborhood of
stilts. I wanted to stand
erect in marshes.
The time shrinks,
when you grow old. Years
come and go with generosity.
Take off the frame
of your mind. I wanted
to read your last wish.
Satish Verma, 17 november 2022
Mode Of Slaughtering
Blindfolded I groped,
to cross the line―
not to become carnivore.
The gorge was deep.
I turn cold. The echo of
silence boomed in fatherless
seeds of mercy.
I will warn myself,
and ask why was there transcendence,
when the impulse was
to hang?
Thinking of truth
was difficult. Your footsoles
develop blisters. No home
was in sight.
Accepting the challenge
you start searching the
temples where deities were
dismembered.
Satish Verma, 15 november 2022
To Know Not To Know
Keep the passion
to reach the moon.
One day the unspeaking
tongue will reveal―
the heart of the terminally
ill earth.
How often you create
new verbs between death
and birth of democracy.
Two sides of a coin. You
take turn to kiss the hands
of benevolent god.
The missed heartbeats
will search the language
of anonymous.
Why do you want to
go unsung?
Latest comments:
4 october 2024
sam53
petunie... non olet?
4 october 2024
jeśli na ostro!
4 october 2024
poranne światła mają poważniejszą konkurencję...przegrywają
4 october 2024
z własnej woli, bez przymusu...po to by chwila
3 october 2024
Yaro
Bardzo to prawdziwe. Pozdrawiam Mareczku:)
3 october 2024
Weronika
Skwituję ironicznym uśmiechem staruszki.
3 october 2024
violetta
Ze starych filmów :)
3 october 2024
Dziękuję :)
3 october 2024
Eva T.
Takie poranki sa do polubienia. Pieknie :)
3 october 2024
No coz, przezyje :)
3 october 2024
Tak, sprawdzilam :)
3 october 2024
Piekny, cieply obrazek :)
3 october 2024
Eva T.
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