Satish Verma, 5 january 2024
Would we meet
again under half moon
in wounded light?
In the aura of
bleeding pain, I inhale
your parting kiss.
You are weighless
now, sleeping on air bed
to float in scented sky.
Satish Verma, 4 january 2024
Moon was slit in
neck tonight. Can you explore
unutterable words?
A mysterious hand
rows your boat in inner
water intoning bliss.
You will quit softly
I will caress your soul
in the tucked pain.
Satish Verma, 2 january 2024
Give me a live
poem, like a mantra
chanting around body.
O teardrop, open
the grave of unseen
pain of hiding god.
Rains are waiting
to wash the black face of
the maligned moon.
Satish Verma, 1 january 2024
I am selling my age.
Going stone in market. Honestly
I have exhausted my thoughts.
Midnight syndrome begins.
The salt of my lips had disappeared.
A cruciform face hangs in the air
IS this inertia of the brain?
I am conscious of the yellow moon.
Howling of the wolves will start.
Satish Verma, 31 december 2023
When you plan to quit,
the ghost limb will slash the wrist
to swallow pride.
I do not want to
call you my yesterday. Past
takes revenge.
Nemesis comes
to play its role. Divine
punishment for me.
Satish Verma, 30 december 2023
Your absence
creates an aura. The
concealed hurt.
Today when the sun
of longest day goes down,
the night will wait.
To buckle under
the titanic grief of
sea, not sinking me.
Satish Verma, 29 december 2023
Longing to sit on
your pink lips, a butterfly
wants to say goodbye.
Bloodletting was
a big mistake. Only
white shroud imprints.
You had passed
through my body leaving
footmarks in eyes.
Satish Verma, 28 december 2023
You wished a
talented end. When you
denied me, where
Was the wrong moon?
Like nightbird you birthed
an astral poem.
Plunged in bone―
deep, an arrow ejects a
rose from belly button.
Satish Verma, 27 december 2023
I am not a paragon.
Everyday I will repeat
some hymns to myself.
Sometimes the
truth becomes transgender.
From god to goddess.
Grace and courtesy.
The moon anchors a smile.
Tears roll silently.
Satish Verma, 26 december 2023
Strawberry moon
descends. Words wait for
your hubris. The lake
Never arrives,
doubting the color of
rising sun. I get
My gift of sacred
punishment to solve the
love's chemistry.
Satish Verma, 23 december 2023
Give me pain of
your pain in summer moon,
not to miss the blues
Of valleys.
God to God a scream devastates
some anagrams.
Tonight I will sit
under stars to cool
the sadness of tears.
Satish Verma, 22 december 2023
Give me pain of
your pain in summer moon,
not to miss the blues
Of valleys.
God to God a scream devastates
some anagrams.
Tonight I will sit
under stars to cool
the sadness of tears.
Satish Verma, 21 december 2023
I ask you, to be my
rage. Unwavering in
the timelessness.
No more I was
protagonist. New moon
will sit on my eyes.
Bare foot I walk
towards the burning pyre, to
see the ascent of ashes.
Satish Verma, 20 december 2023
It comes nearer
and nearer every night,
the face, like fog.
A cult of moon
spills the milk on the pink lips.
Salt and the honey.
Before fated
kiss of death, you pluck,
roses from eyes.
Satish Verma, 19 december 2023
Body was culture
at blue heights. Frozen
till my candle lights.
I fumble in dark
to remain human. No one
would be godfather.
Give back my pain.
Unwrap my bones. The blood
should be drying up.
Satish Verma, 17 december 2023
Today the sun
will rise without you in pain of
two stars kissing.
A brief pause
between the hiccups. Poem
was incomplete.
How would I say
you goodbye facing the dark
burningmoon?
Satish Verma, 16 december 2023
You should not
have done this? Trespassing
the virginity of the
olive branch and the ashes.
I will borrow the
words to clean blood
in your eyes. A lovely
jasmine will sit on your lips.
The death holds its
own mercy between good
and bad. Any fondling
of moon was a bliss.
Where will dysplasia
go, after giving an unbearable
loss? You cannot roll the
carpet after the blaze.
The tangerines will give
a big surprise.
Satish Verma, 15 december 2023
To become insane,
I think. I miss the ruptured
wounds.
I ask myself,
was it true, you
were painting water body?
Somebody was
laughing after the funeral
of raped truth.
The bells go
without sound. I hold
my trembling hands.
The door knob was
broken. I cannot open the
portal of dreams.
A lone swan treads
softly on the smashed mirror
to reach the lake.
Satish Verma, 14 december 2023
Living without you
was like a kite, flying
alone in blue sky.
Like a downy mildew
climbs the damp poems.
Letters tremble.
Wearing all red, frills
a setting sun, was
smiling in deep sleep,
tears swiping the dry lips.
Maybe, you wanted
to set me free from
tarantula's web.
Going there
where moon weeps.
I will search the rock.
Satish Verma, 12 december 2023
Simple hearted priest
asks me to stay dead. The mystery
of living in the eyes of God is unveiled.
One day words would stop.
Then you find the killer was killed and the
suffering of living would exist ever.
The point of observation
has no observer. The mode of revert
living gives you eternal peace.
Satish Verma, 11 december 2023
You were eating
out from our hands.
O God, we are hungry.
Sometimes I collapse
in on myself, to achieve
the quietus. Even moonlight
won't escape from me.
I collect the ashes
falling from your
golden locks. Was it the death's
pride?
The moon fattens
to receive the lost crown
of sleeping queen.
The shadow falls
at your feet. You become
taller than me.
Satish Verma, 10 december 2023
Why your lips
quiver, kissing a rose
before sunrise.
A serious question
seeks a simple answer.
Why did you live
inside me?
I don't believe in
myself. I will go
with the moon.
Just wanted to
know, how do we
die in sleep, when
body curls like a snake
to shed the skin.
I look at the world
pass by. None was
my grain.
Satish Verma, 9 december 2023
I don't recognize
you, after giving
a pause to poem.
It was an eerie
accident. I don't own
my body, and you don't
own your tears.
With solemnity, I
place my book, on the road
going nowhere. To be
read by the sun.
You buy the words
I sell the silence.
The hyphens wail.
Cost rises.
Satish Verma, 8 december 2023
How I loved you
green, in hot summer
noon, when you
Were not mine.
Sky scented with nostalgia
talks to gypsy moon.
Each star becomes
a wound. The winged thoughts
fly like monarchs.
Satish Verma, 7 december 2023
Time to think.
You bring handwritten
testament with mistakes.
I exist because
you were there. Between
sun and moon, there
was no controversy.
I was knitting
my life near hornets nest.
Words betray the anguish,
giving credit to hemlock.
Disempowered
in shadows, I become
my own rival to fight
green snakes.
In sleepwalking
you discover the blind
walls. All blood-stained skulls
start rolling.
Satish Verma, 6 december 2023
Time to think.
You bring handwritten
testament with mistakes.
I exist because
you were there. Between
sun and moon, there
was no controversy.
I was knitting
my life near hornets nest.
Words betray the anguish,
giving credit to hemlock.
Disempowered
in shadows, I become
my own rival to fight
green snakes.
In sleepwalking
you discover the blind
walls. All blood-stained skulls
start rolling.
Satish Verma, 5 december 2023
Alter ego,
you were my broken
mirror.
From where do we start
watching crescent moon?
Where the poet
will go in search of ink,
to reshape the words of solace,
living out of truth?
O, incredible! Your
maiden steps had faulted
to reach the vanity
of glittering heights.
How will you fill in
the blanks, blindfolded?
Sun had already gone down.
Satish Verma, 4 december 2023
I wanted to talk
in between words. The sage
has lost aroma.
Of unknown gifts.
Kitchen would answer for
all the bonfires.
Conceive the truth
of mirror. I will reflect
in your opal eyes.
Satish Verma, 3 december 2023
I don't seek the
renunciation. It were
you to turn divine.
What you would not
tell my tale of abdication
in pain of the birth?
You are shrinking
at blanks between tears.
Only the steps bleed.
Satish Verma, 2 december 2023
In love with me.
To be with you. Eyesight
gets dim in twilight.
One day you had
moved away unsettling
the planets and stars.
Listen, we human
beings, come near each
other, then god fails.
Satish Verma, 1 december 2023
Looking at the
moon will hurt you bitter―
sweet one day.
At night. Tinged with
pink ache in eyes of the
collapsed soul.
Don't pursue flesh,
of the had been goddess
to avenge me.
Satish Verma, 30 november 2023
No apology for what
I would not say. You were
not my listener.
The heat sucks the
sweetness of moon in sky
before quietness.
Let's meet again
in dusk of life to correct
meaning of love.
Satish Verma, 29 november 2023
Agni was weird
slayer. You can vouch
for it, eyes shut.
In the starless night,
moon was arrested once
for trespassing palms.
The nest receives
the feathers of lost birds,
left for foreign seas.
Satish Verma, 28 november 2023
You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.
Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?
If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?
Satish Verma, 27 november 2023
You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.
Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?
If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?
Satish Verma, 26 november 2023
Killing field
was still red!
What you were
searching in moonlight?
A small poem
cannot provide balm
for troubled mind.
Moon will come
every night to find
his paramour.
Words keep on
changing the sounds.
Satish Verma, 25 november 2023
It was a perfect
cover.
I ask you to let me go,
and stop praying for me.
The unspelled secrets
of moon, will not bother
you now. They start pain
from thoughts to thoughts.
Like a china rose
in exile, you hang out
in solitude. Not dust,
but water will melt us both.
In aloneness, I will
find you on red stones―
surrounded by wolves of
memory and freezing dawn.
Satish Verma, 24 november 2023
Birth of dark secrets
would extend in black light.
Travesty of sun.
I am in troubled
mode of mind. The eagle
dives to catch moon.
In water. Butterfly
effect you can see in
distant blue stars.
Satish Verma, 23 november 2023
Shrinking like the
face of moon, dark truth slips
from elite height.
The fear of unborn
poem, tears the blank paper
hiding the words.
Will rebirthing work
in stoned psychotherapy
of conversation?
Satish Verma, 22 november 2023
Don't come near sea,
I ask the moon, braless―
in love galore.
What will you see
in eyes of the burning sun―
rising very sadly?
It was writer's cramp,
coming at shrine of snow
god under dark clouds.
Satish Verma, 20 november 2023
You walk in air
without leaving footprints,
giving me nothing.
In the sound of
dry leaves, I search nothing
in abstention.
Who had molested
the white moon in rains
of the sacred land?
Satish Verma, 19 november 2023
You had arranged
the words to invite me.
Path was not found.
Flesh and the spirit
lived differently. Death laughs
you had it coming.
I would be same
even when you will come
in dark to light lamp.
Satish Verma, 18 november 2023
Thoughts―
were not picking the words.
This was ultimate loss.
How do I stave
off the disaster? You
were taking away my smiles.
What kind it would be
the next quake, when
I was standing at the door.
I have yet to
know myself, searching for
the invisible truth.
Cannot drop the―
pen. The eyes will read
the last sermon.
Satish Verma, 17 november 2023
When huge trees
walk, the rocks
tremble.
This was a sacred
ritual, to get the
tang of stings.
Distressed,
the naked eye
roams in ruins.
Behind the veil,
the moon will heal the
acid burns.
How will you
celebrate the night,
for sylvan setting?
Satish Verma, 15 november 2023
I am done for,
jumping the wall of
signature pain.
I hear you talking
in whispers, to an invisible
god of absence.
A journey breaks
halfway. Were you going
to write off our hand-made tapestry?
O God, you hit
precisely. I want to throw
back your kindness.
Ah, the scars don't
go. Time does not heal
the wounds of earth.
Satish Verma, 14 november 2023
Sundown
body becomes blue.
You were stitching
opals in eyes.
How do I find
you, when you would not
come in twilight?
The flight of a swan
takes a turn to cross
the river of flames.
Would you be a witness?
For the sake of death
don't die, amidst the hymns
of pain in dark shadowing life.
I know, I will
suffer in sunlight, when
the moon squeezes the blood.
Satish Verma, 13 november 2023
Paper wasps tend―
to simulate. What
if death becomes a part
of our life?
I sent the message
over the hills and moon,
when you were gone.
Without pain, were
you ready for the ending
of life, when life was itself
dying daily?
The day lips crack,
little or nothing was left
to say the voiceless hymns.
Your truth, was beautiful.
Was it a real truth?
Satish Verma, 12 november 2023
Moon was climbing
down the stairs for the
soul searching.
Red, yellow, blue.
Someone has to die
for the rainbow.
You pretend to be
innocent, sitting outside
your home. Time was up.
The feeling persists.
Something has left behind
to knit the two torn threads.
The future karma
still claims the oldest
hymns of dark.
I am not going anywhere.
Satish Verma, 11 november 2023
To understand the body,
smeared with ash,
you will need wisdom.
Why did you want to―
translate the melodrama
of fingers, when hands were folded?
The silent scream
cleaves the moon,
and thousand stars
come to console you.
No compliments
were given to sun.
Will you tattoo my
name on your chest?
A caged cuckoo
wants to become free.
Satish Verma, 10 november 2023
In black sun
and white night,
I was ready to
breath in the arsenic!
Who was under
threat, I will ask?
The silence of the abyss
was going to upset me.
Can you stop―
these threarics, without
hurting anybody after
the unpaid debt of an
invisible devotee?
Drooping eyes
do not want to see the
setting sun in twilight.
Satish Verma, 9 november 2023
When sun was
preparing to die, why
did you ask for the
soft moons― crimson red?
Searching an
unmarked shrine of
an unsung hermit.
Why people come and go?
You would not catch
the mockingbird, trying
to be shocking, to reach
you, for a melodious song.
You just liked
a god, who had come
as a stream of light
from a distant star.
Satish Verma, 6 november 2023
Do trees quiver
in dark at night,
exploring their original skins
under the starlight?
Why do they talk
when we sleep?
Living is very cheap
and dying was expensive.
Would you mind
to buy death, letter by
letter in understanding
the market?
The Sunday moon was
always beautiful. You stay
on terrace to say goodbye
before closing the book.
There was eternal pain,
outside and inside.
Satish Verma, 5 november 2023
Read me if you
care. I am going to
rip off the lid of oven.
How many faces
you will wear, when it is
raining silver and gold?
It sounds like wrought
bones. I find myself suspended
in air, like humming bird,
not like drone.
It was a mutual
suicide of opioid love. It
does not belong to me. the
divested home of words.
The pink wounds
on the wall of memory.
Not me, not you.
Satish Verma, 4 november 2023
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.
Satish Verma, 3 november 2023
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?
Satish Verma, 2 november 2023
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?
Satish Verma, 31 october 2023
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!
Satish Verma, 29 october 2023
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.
Satish Verma, 28 october 2023
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.
Satish Verma, 27 october 2023
At lake point
I had yet to kiss you.
I always said to
you. Age would never
give clemency.
I must subject
myself for scrutiny.
Where did the math go wrong?
The temple, a
shrine. A viper always
waited.
Tell me, would
you ever sign the will
to let go the rope?
Moon and sea, will
maintain the distance.
Satish Verma, 26 october 2023
A bizarre dream,
You come out in starry
night to touch the moon,
and fall on the thorns.
The eccentric nobility
of lords demands the
evidence of slaughter.
But chariot comes empty.
Order, order.
Someone fails in boots.
You walk barefoot
to meet the god of untruths.
The victim stands
like a prey before the grand
master. The beautiful
pagoda implodes.
Satish Verma, 25 october 2023
It was a brutal
day. My choice was a pink
moon above me.
The violence in
absentia impedes the
kiss of phlox in spring.
The fugitive
comes back home to see
bloody handprints on wall.
Satish Verma, 24 october 2023
Standing alone
in the ring of fire,
you wanted deletion
of sun.
Somewhere destiny
fails, like reversal of
answers. Without
gallows tree, nobody wants to die.
Looking in old mirror,
you want to sleep
in canthi of eyes. The
flesh revolts.
I don't want to see
the end of beginning. Your
thumbprint has left the
curves, that lead
you to unknown.
Satish Verma, 23 october 2023
Endogamy.
Don't hear much
of human voices.
Moon will rise again?
Deep angst,
pitch dark.
There was no truce
between the trees.
Undermining―
the sanctity of god's words.
You want to take the chair
of judge and hear to yourself.
I spot the blood
on sleeves. Who had used
the cleaver?
Can you bring
a period of silence, to
meditate for peace?
Somebody was laughing hilariously.
Satish Verma, 22 october 2023
A saga of
sacrifice, when the
moon jumped into lake
to save a fish.
A fantasy turns into
a hope. You cut slice of
light to ignite the
darkness.
Reason always
skips the rope. You were
not counted, when searching
for absolute truth.
I ask you to stop
being you. Move away
from yourself to
survive the holocaust.
Satish Verma, 21 october 2023
You want your gifts back.
Body by body,
pain by pain.
Moon separates from sun.
Why blood was naked
for small things.
No one wants
to burn flame to flame.
Can you take
the dust road to blue lake.
Where blaze―
won't die?
Satish Verma, 20 october 2023
The band of clouds
wraps the full moon rising
like a shadow.
The unique birth, with
a placenta, encircling
the blackened neck.
The hanger was ready
to pull the rope. You lived
longer than a god.
Satish Verma, 19 october 2023
Where will you go?
I am not accepting
myself in a windowless
vault.
The luxury of
kinship takes a toll.
Will it make a
difference, if you don't
fill in the missing words
in the message unwritten?
It works to kill
yourself for the sake
of dying light,
before the blood moon rises.
There was nothing
left to say.
Satish Verma, 17 october 2023
In first particles of universe,
was there a beginning?
0r ending of kiss?
Can I study you
in a small shrine of words
where gestures fail?
Into the grace of
surrender, why the flames want
to leave ashes?
Satish Verma, 16 october 2023
Life slips through
pores of skin, and eyes
of all needles.
A fawn doesn't know
how to go back home after
losing the track.
Did you ever go
in the den of wild cats to
offer immaculacy?
Satish Verma, 15 october 2023
The wrinkles write
the age of weather's rings.
You burn fat on lips.
Let's go on the hills
to find the hidden moon
behind the rainbow.
Where will go, the
children of unknown,
blaming the god!
Satish Verma, 14 october 2023
Dust and edifice
under weight of sky. I won't
know, what survives.
Legacy was pure.
You stand like terracotta
warrior, unmoving.
Swaying nightshade
always invites for red berries.
Beauty was lethal.
Satish Verma, 12 october 2023
The sudden fall, like
a dropped apple, you
look hurt and wise.
My summer pain will
steal the yellow streak
in the ash of lips.
As if the time has
come to say goodbye to
the scarlet moon.
Satish Verma, 11 october 2023
Birth in birth, life
had been a dream. The fangs
sit in patience.
Trapped soul in
womb, waits for the kiss of
flame, a snaky hit.
The moon thought burns.
The ink bleeds on paper.
A poem turns green.
Satish Verma, 9 october 2023
It froze in mid-
air, without sound, coming
from deep throat.
You washed the queer
words, with eyes water to
read the verdict.
Remove the topsoil
to find the hidden bones
of unique god.
Satish Verma, 8 october 2023
I don't count the
Countless, black hurts. Hear
the unhearable.
Pink over pink. A
golden drive after the
moon's marriage.
In deep calm, I
dig out the bare gospel
of the unknown god.
Satish Verma, 7 october 2023
The genesis of
incredible, from moon to
moon was unheard.
I was lost in
kneeling bamboos to
cover the sins of sky.
Can your shadow
walk with me to hear quartets
of beethoven?
Satish Verma, 5 october 2023
Even light will not
find your black hole, beyond
the resolution.
The mass, volume
in your eyes, measure me.
O god it were you?
Sitter was rising.
Portrait will not complete.
Artist has swept again.
Satish Verma, 4 october 2023
I touch the timber
and smell my hands. Jacarandas
have solemnity.
Will walk on the blue
trumpets, to start talkathon
with soul of the tree.
Why we are born to die?
Can you stop this cycle? Tell me
the truth of the road.
Satish Verma, 3 october 2023
When the divinity
lived in you, I scrambled
to touch blue moon.
Sitting near a
sepulcher, I dreamed of
inhuman deaths.
Will my generation
give heart rending tip-off
to this doomed world?
Satish Verma, 1 october 2023
When you left, I had
covered my mirror not to
see my swollen eyes.
Who takes control
of whom? I was victim of
animal bites.
The path to lake
was open to bohemians,
who always wear blues.
Satish Verma, 30 september 2023
It was religion.
The yellow viper will strike.
No weight of sin.
The spirit will not
wear a body if I fail to
die in your hands.
The bridal oath
drops some words to become
winged and fly away.
Satish Verma, 29 september 2023
Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars
to reach the moon at night.
Anxiety of name.
How to draw the figure of
god who was a giver.
It was your decision
to abandon the earth for
a golden chair to sit.
Satish Verma, 28 september 2023
A medieval smile
picks up the frozen pain
of fallen hero.
The fear prevails.
You cannot move the finger
to stitch a celibate.
The lies shine,
spitefull, but wrapped in
tears of broken pen.
Satish Verma, 27 september 2023
Joining back tribe
was not atonement
for separation.
The truth pricks like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.
Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.
Satish Verma, 26 september 2023
Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it
explodes on face?
I have yet to find
my tiger to ride for an
antique encounter.
Pomegranates.
You squeeze the red flesh
to find out viper.
Satish Verma, 25 september 2023
Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun
will bake your eyes.
You undid my charm,
weaving a web, wearing the
threads of wounds.
Do prayers help the
cobalt valley of cleaved
breast in moon?
Satish Verma, 24 september 2023
Defining hunger
I become metaphysical,
trying to locate me.
A pain transcends
space and time and I wake
between the words.
I was not there
where the honey spells doom.
Death has many doors.
Satish Verma, 23 september 2023
To live again, I
will not come after dying for
you. Resurrection?
I ask the dust, when
did you slip from the moon
to kiss immortal?
Don't leave a cut
on the sandstone to mark
the anniversary.
Satish Verma, 22 september 2023
It hurts me, my poems
when you don't come in dreams.
Moonlight waits.
How devastated
was your faceless voice in dark!
The nightingale cries.
Like "la grippe"
the noiseless words leave the
night wounds in eyes.
Satish Verma, 21 september 2023
You always tried
to conceal the imperfect
hunting under moon.
One must recite
the ghost mantras to
be bohemian.
They will pound
the chests with whole kin
to pacify the pir.
Satish Verma, 20 september 2023
Your lips go dry, when
body twirls to catch a kiss.
The sting ever asks.
Unshackled, you will
come to become prisoner
of a seething sun.
Visiting city of
orphanages, you cross the
high rise asylum.
Satish Verma, 19 september 2023
No ceremony. I
will walk out from the star―
gazing one day.
The spirit moves
away of body to wear the moon
of a dying sun.
I don't like small birds,
that make loud noises
in hollow trees.
Satish Verma, 18 september 2023
You bend like an
ocean to catch the moon―
in twilight of gods.
To deliver godly
gene I pack your smile
in womb of dry roses.
Who returns the loan
of love given to red eyes
paying back in tears!
Satish Verma, 16 september 2023
For whom the bruised
fingers tap the door of
invincible death?
When the water will
touch the feet of dying earth,
to pay homage?
Man stands in mudhole
watching sunflowers to wilt
with waning sunlight.
Satish Verma, 15 september 2023
The emptiness of
ageing cells seeks a tiger
to maul the house.
Of sizzled dreams.
Why one has to become
ethereal in―
Quest for elixir?
I peel off tangerine's
strange red skin.
Satish Verma, 14 september 2023
Come inside
me and explore god of
fire burning the world.
A miracle was
not the answer. The pathless
trek ends in water.
To live or not
to live like light
in eyes of moon.
Satish Verma, 13 september 2023
I see dark lines
under your eyes. Something
was amiss.
Tears had dried
up. One does not get
even the longing.
To find the missing
letter to tell the desire.
Will you follow me?
Absurd hyphens increase.
Do you get some serenity
from bloodberries?
Cannot hold on―
my lovely rags. Words talk,
hello the pain.
Satish Verma, 12 september 2023
Don't give me aches,
by becoming tall.
I will not change my style.
Not scared. There
was a pause, between
the screams.
There you were
playing with the other truth,
which was not mine.
I was not alone,
buried in your hums.
Pain was my goddess!
The lamb was dead
taking off her coat. I wear
the skin of dandelions
to walk on wet land.
Satish Verma, 11 september 2023
It was frightening
to grow up in light.
You wanted to come out
in dark for gene intimacy.
There were long
shadows of words, which
had their own character
and morality.
The suspense hovers.
The spark ignites the double
kiss when asked, stitching
the break.
In finding myself
anew, I lost you.
Death will not separate fragrance
from the rose.
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