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Satish Verma, 20 may 2024

Leaves Are Changing Colors

There was no
blasphemy. Love gives
power to forgive.

Vestigial pain
was insulting. You always
feel a presence.

Beauty was intact.
You were sleeping on wings.
Bird was not ready to fly.

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Satish Verma, 19 may 2024

Broken Bridges

If you come near
the moon, you will find the
collective grief.

Someone sets free
hundreds of fireflies
to begin talk with me.

The angels are
becoming boneless. Your throne
is dirty. Temple sobs.

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Satish Verma, 18 may 2024

Grey air. I will come to myself, igniting
the fire. When will be ground reality known?

Standing on the cusp of pain.
It was not a legitimised, valorused decision.

When you will leave the things as
they are. I tossed the new born thoughts.

Great walls were crumbling
unfolding the ugly ephemeral cults.

Who gnaws my poems? Don't search
my unuttered words for your maturation.

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Satish Verma, 17 may 2024

In Temperature

You were my mistake, O god
The road doesn't open now.

My hands cannot reach
to catch the salvo of anonymity

The pain differs from the flesh
Untouched, unbroken and stubborn.

You smell like jasmine.
The blood enfolds the injuries.

An ambush takes a violent turn.
You know who commands the wishes.

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Satish Verma, 16 may 2024

O Trinity

What did you hurl?
Tell me all the lies. Pain―
and truth stand on stage.

Predawn jasmines,
open their eyes to
salute the sun.

A ligature bruise
on the body of moon speaks
of brutal assault.

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Satish Verma, 15 may 2024

Studying Life

What blurs from tear
to tear, bone to bone? What was the
real ? Peace will never come.

If you are virtual, I
will become a truth. The horizon
plants the moons one by one.

We are crazy. Running
again after the triangle, clefted by
the voices of sharp knives.

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Satish Verma, 14 may 2024

Nonetheless

You have to die
to live again for bloodline.
See how the wind blows.

The black roses go
in flames. I change myself
to understand you.

There was no niche
in your wall to place my
deity to mirror me.

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Satish Verma, 13 may 2024

I Write With Red Ink

A cat crosses a bridge
alone. Moon looks down to find
the river. Ducks were holding the boat.

Who wants to return to
equity or brutality? Fear and
uncertainty cast the future.

Sand waves bring reprisal.
Divides the hearts. Your paradigm invites
perjury. I am going to ignite the flames.

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Satish Verma, 11 may 2024

Everything Is Black

I feel the deja vu.
The mysterious cascades
give the amnesty to thorns

Were you ready to ambush the
bete-noire? We don’t know how to
celebrate the colossus Himalaya .

The god doesn't want
to inhale the ether and kill the
bushmaster. Venom turns milk.

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Satish Verma, 10 may 2024

Tangerines Sing

You will say what you
did not want to say, about
golden ring of coins.

Glittering colors
hurt the blue eyes in sun.
Pain of earth cries.

Will you sing an
anthem for the departing
soul of unmasked angel?

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Leaves Are Changing Colors

Broken Bridges

Misty Memories

In Temperature

O Trinity

Studying Life

Nonetheless

I Write With Red Ink

Everything Is Black

Tangerines Sing

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