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Satish Verma, 27 june 2024
Repeating Pain
Dear silent river
don't send me any
lisping message.
It was scary
to celebrate life immediately
after the death.
Candles throw
the shadows in ghettos, when
extended questions arise.
A massive fall
of faith. My heart was no
more a religion.
The drooping eyes
will start a ghost dance
in pitch darkness.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2024
Deep Inside
You know how
to live. Take me, a
lesser pain comes.
Meaning of life
was difficult to interpret,
sitting in sun.
You can conceive
meaningless numbers. I am
still counting ciphers.
Failed to achieve
something. Anything comes
in my wild poems.
Like hyacinth bell
shaped spikes I spread out
in moon to ripen in pain.
Satish Verma, 21 june 2024
When Truth Was Exhumed
In valley of peace
lilies, I was searching
you in blue darkness.
O destiny the remains of
past want to step into the future
of dying mantras.
To dissect the
moment of truth. Why
were you so anxious?
It was a weird happening.
Cloud over cloud
the soul wants to depart.
No I don't want
to learn the art of
cheating at rising sun.
Satish Verma, 20 june 2024
It Was My Pain
Behind your time
assassin walks
I will sit in a wake.
You had many
faces. The slave value
was increasing.
The impact craters
were coming up in dark
morning of realization.
Harmony suffers.
Explosions come from sky, as
if two stars have collided.
The frail peace
always grieves at the end
of the embraces.
Satish Verma, 19 june 2024
How Much Certain You Were?
Not reached anywhere.
In finding the meaning of life
a shadow falls in mirror.
Wanted to pick
your mind. Quantum leaps
in blood-stained feet.
Walking under foliage,
I don't understand why you
wouldn't taste the fruit.
What was the
brilliant thought to solve the
daily tragedy of life?
You want to become
forgetful in the crowd littered
with golden swords.
Satish Verma, 18 june 2024
In Cupped Lakes
How will you call
me, when I was invisible?
The whole thing
of burning ghat turns
into ash, from which
the Phoenix will rise.
Who was this
diva standing on my path?
Sun, time and
flames ripen the smile.
The sentence was heavy
to prove the fidelity.
This story is different
from the myth of Sisyphus.
The bird was flying
towards the sun. Moon
weeps to open the secret
of embracing a yajna.
Satish Verma, 17 june 2024
Saviour Was Sad
Moon strips in
grey hours, to transcend
the scream of virgin pain.
Too proud to
knock the door of locked
colossus of retreat.
The anniversary
has the solemn occasion
to pay homage to flint.
First poem was
written for unborn you
in my turbulent life.
The stranger now
walks alone in wilderness
to find you.
Satish Verma, 16 june 2024
Space Walk
Lynching
by majoritarian
the hiss from a full belly.
Of human behavior,
wanting to bring drastic
change in space & time.
You were punishing
yourself. Would not align
the ends. The vision fails.
Hard days.
Vagabonds don't beat
the brows for moon.
The emptiness
prevails. Dreams are made of
flesh and bones, but don't walk.
Satish Verma, 10 june 2024
Where Will You Go?
Not a doomsday
O hardened life, I cannot
read you like a Rosetta stone.
You walk under
Jacarandas to become purplish
blue without moony touch.
The scented air
brings meltdown, I rise
the candle to count the tears.
A trembling prayer
dries on your lips. A university
of love burns in eyes.
An orange color
abducts the clouds for a forced
marriage with sun.
Satish Verma, 9 june 2024
Dust Under Feet
I have come back
to myself, after
immeasurable loss.
I will give a call
to my alpha mate in sky,
to ameliorate my sin.
You had given me
pain. The difference between
pen and paper was the ink.
Not maleficent, we
were returning to war
in trenches.
This life had been
too much. Not more than
an honest penance.
Latest comments:
1 november 2024
Eva T.
"Październikowy facet I dziewczyna listopad"
1 november 2024
Uśmiechnięty słonecznik :)
1 november 2024
Malowniczno wpadla. Fajnie :)
1 november 2024
Jaga
Gdy jesienne przygnębienie/ mgłą otuli serce,
1 november 2024
Kolejność losu ;)
31 october 2024
sam53
cisza wylazła na środek pokoju i daje się
30 october 2024
Dziękuję Jeślinko :)
30 october 2024
jeśli tylko
żyły bez życia..
30 october 2024
bardzo lubię słoneczniki, a to tu wyszło świetnie
30 october 2024
Owoców nie było wcale/ z wiatrem listek odleciał/
30 october 2024
Lubie takie cienie jesieni :)
30 october 2024
Delikatnie "skruszały" :)
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Eva T.
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