Satish Verma, 20 july 2021
I resent.
Will remain that
I am.
No fissures. Frozen
mind. I am not thinking.
Peeling off the day
layer by layer. Fear
refuses to cross the street.
Not becoming.
Not carrying any weight.
The journey collects only―
the names.
No peaks. Restraint
I say to dark. Light
was waiting.
Satish Verma, 18 july 2021
Paying back the debt
of virility. A lame duck
hobbles on the moon.
As far as, you can,
travel on my body, to―
catch the boat.
River was on spate,
sinking the groves,
bushes and fireflies.
Don't walk on
the clouds. You will fall
violently, when it rains at night.
The globes rotate
the world. You come back
to the poles, from where
you started.
Satish Verma, 17 july 2021
Like a vampire,
night swoops down.
Temple bells ring.
I am happy―
not to invoke any god.
Crickets share my muse.
The tall minarets,
stand erect in dark.
Muezzin gives a call.
My friends long
dead, would come and
talk ceaselessly.
Satish Verma, 16 july 2021
A pigeon
flutters, in my frail―
chest, ready to fly away.
The train does
not stop here. Why
do I keep standing?
A man dies in
a blizzard. You
need to pay for it?
What was the
hallucination? I
was living for a lie?
Satish Verma, 15 july 2021
In evening I need
to speak with my small voice
to fill my dreams with moon.
Buried alive in the brick―
wall, a frightened poem
wails.
I will meet you, my muse―
in your space, without any pang,
though the road has not ended.
Drinking the dark
wordplay with no qualms
at the virtual rise of doom.
The fireflies, with their
breasts aglow, were ready to conceive
the radical ultimate.
Satish Verma, 14 july 2021
A complex question―
it was. Why your
hands were trembling?
The body becomes
a kayak. You were sailing
alone in the lake of bluebells.
Elegy and epilogue
become one. I have come
to meet my humming bird.
Still suspended in
deathless space, the sun
wants to hide.
The revelation
was not to solve the enigma,
but to listen to inside.
Satish Verma, 13 july 2021
Falling in green love
with yourself―
creating violence.
Serenity has no relevance
now. The edge was
asking you to go for a jump.
Nil tolerance. I was
fighting with me, veiled
in uncertainties.
Listen, Here lies the
crux. Nobility forgotten, I ask
who failed whom in this age of betrayals?
The evil grows. Shapeless
truth was running in fog―
and now the dragon rises.
Satish Verma, 12 july 2021
It will come back to you
again and again― the thought
nudging through the magnolias.
Without telling you―
the creamy pink― waxy smell of
the death of the guiding light.
I am lost anew
at the center of conflicts
between earth and moon.
The unspoken pain
of the aroma undrafts
from the fragrant words.
Life folds the hands
at the chest before cracking open
the yawning chasm.
I touch you without any meaning.
No eyes. No ears― miming
secretly the footfalls of shadows.
Satish Verma, 11 july 2021
The decay has―
killed the dream songs,
of shut mouths.
Trees were rolling
down on beach
when hurricane collapsed.
It was raining,
carbs and limbs, when
clouds gathered.
You love the
potholes, underground
caves, to hide cardinal sins.
Satish Verma, 10 july 2021
The decay has―
killed the dream songs,
of shut mouths.
Trees were rolling
down on beach
when hurricane collapsed.
It was raining,
carbs and limbs, when
clouds gathered.
You love the
potholes, underground
caves, to hide cardinal sins.
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