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Satish Verma, 3 march 2024
Black Masks
I am hurt, when I
don't know― whom I was
talking to in dark.
A lazy moon smiles.
I will do it again.
The murder of boby thoughts.
Measure the real time.
The sulphur smells.
Someone was done for life.
How much will you need
for the blood of raccoon.
It promises not to wash
its prey in water.
My prayer will
save the golden peacock.
God sleeps for eternity.
Satish Verma, 2 march 2024
Missing Words
If you must go
empty-handed, the sacred
hymn will always follow you.
Poems had
entered into you. Enough,
you said. You were overwhelmed.
I will wear the cloak―
you had left behind to,
read your beautiful, mind.
Will not give up to find
out your lost footprints. Criminality
on its own would be erased.
Pain was universal.
Coming and going will continue.
Curtains will not come down.
Satish Verma, 1 march 2024
Falling Man
I take the big
space. Coming of age was
visible. Can you
bend the time?
An ant runs on
the mirror to land on the
moon. There was the cabal
to defame beautiful.
Violence, who will
control the uncontrollable.
We stand in mudslide
to reach mountain.
Steering blind, do
you know how to die
in moonlight, when god's conspiracy
of silence is uncovered.
Satish Verma, 29 february 2024
I Ask Nothing
When a poem writes
you, I smell the
crimsoned moon.
Were you a possessed
angel, printing
desire on my palms?
Smeared on forehead,
the ash had left
the scars of kissed end.
You turn me on,
for a smile, before the honey
traces the question mark on lips.
There was no miracle
to retrieve the third eye
from the hidden love.
Satish Verma, 27 february 2024
No One Survives
Out of nowhere,
a miracle takes place.
Silence starts speaking.
Years roll by to―
engage the asteroid
not to strike tiger.
Reason has failed.
The black hole of human
mind sucks all the truths.
Satish Verma, 26 february 2024
Going Into Space
Why do I think
different, gripping senses
to catch the god.
Rugged hands have
soft lines to reach truth
by pursuing blood.
The honesty suffers
when you go the other
side of moon to lie.
Satish Verma, 25 february 2024
The Essence
I would be time.
You were the space. It
happens in scars.
Back and forth, I will
touch your absolute truth.
Bruises weep.
All the comings
and goings were vague.
Who will stand the ground?
Satish Verma, 24 february 2024
Abrasions
A small galaxy
had been devoured. I was
watching earthworms.
Blots reached the moon.
Aborted, the last year's plan.
No starfish moves.
Scooped the dust
of ruins. Brilliant gems were
scattered by you.
Satish Verma, 23 february 2024
Unsung
Cannot see blood.
Someone had drawn a line
on wrist with a blade.
You were not
aware of living dead,
tangled. No snake.
Bite. Browning skin
cracked. Sleeping along orchid.
Now ultima Thule.
Satish Verma, 22 february 2024
Celestial
Lime green you
were navigating in
the light of moon.
Who had fallen in
mid of journey, giving up
the bronzed body?
A giant tree
walks with us, sending some
signs of the surrender.
Satish Verma, 21 february 2024
Divine Revelation
When you shed face
I will wait for your rebirth
like Luna Moth.
Would have been
an achievement had you
remained human!
Why should we live
in different time circles
of awakening?
Satish Verma, 20 february 2024
Departing
Asking moon to
be mine at the time of
hyphens and the dots.
Of agony. Burn all
the pages of book. No
marigolds to toss.
The worn body wears
the cloak of yesteryears,
walking bare hands.
Satish Verma, 19 february 2024
Don't Touch The Black Sun
In your nirvana
border pains continue to
find inner peace.
Hope has no flesh
and bones. Difficult to
tame my blue body.
A butterfly lands
on your lips to cover
eternal smile.
Satish Verma, 18 february 2024
Noiseless Murder
I stand in middle
of water and juxta pose the days.
Words come and go. Havens beefed.
Who bargained the faux pas?
Don't dismantle my dream world. I have
reached the edge of dying child of god.
No complaints. It is raining.
Blood is buried in the greens. I
don't doubt the integrity of the failure.
Satish Verma, 16 february 2024
Nothingness
The orphan asked
grim reaper, do we live
after the death?
Does the creator
also dies to beborn
again to regret?
Were you loyal
to humanity? What was
religion of god?
Satish Verma, 15 february 2024
Parting
Sometimes I will
miss you badly. You won't cry
easily unashamed.
Legacy of stairwell?
Wanting peace? Dying was
beautiful. Don't go.
When the words quit
your lips would move noiselessly
silent holocaust.
Satish Verma, 13 february 2024
Not I Not You
Nothing to put in
words. You had placed
ampersands between
the names.
The subject you
wouldn't give up in summer
sun.The wars and moon walk.
One small hole
in the sleeve of Grim Reaper
ready to burn the house
of an angel.
One day you will
come back from odyssey
empty-handed. The
hummingbird had left the nest.
The game was not
yet over. The prophet
waits at the gate to welcome
dervish coming bare foot.
Satish Verma, 12 february 2024
Deceiving Self
Learning the art
of dying, cheating the ghosts,
talking to moon children.
Will you believe in
so much of death? An
octopus darting on sands?
In self-awareness
you look at the vast water.
The lake will accept you.
Aimlessly you want
to drift. A sick feeling takes
revenge and turns you into stone.
Somebody smiles.
Flickers like a candle,
before shutting down the beats.
Satish Verma, 11 february 2024
I Go Outside Me
Supernova of love.
The black light. Was it a biographical
trauma to pay the respect way too far?
Beyond the truth, was
I there? I need not hunt the
gods to show me the human tragedy.
Is it the necessity to
follow the eternal faults? Wouldn't
become a subject to understand life.
Satish Verma, 10 february 2024
Absolute Being
Transparency.
Where were you in dark,
in my intense moments?
A lonely spirit will
try to meet you
in blue moon.
Wading in shallow
waters, you speak slowly
to defend depth of pain.
The absolute
becomes nude. There was
no limit to draw the blood.
Uncensored, I
set up the stage for a
guillotine to punish sun.
It was a bright
sun day. The bells
will not ring.
Satish Verma, 9 february 2024
Silver Moon
What an artifice. The
invisible becomes visible. I am not
what you are. That was Arte Povera?
When violence erupts
you won't stand like praying mantis,
waiting for a self portrait in an innocent pause?
As like Cleopatra, you
suspend in air like a hummingbird
asking, what would be the next terror without blood?
Satish Verma, 7 february 2024
Believing In Myths
Wanted to dip my
pen in light and draw
your face in golden lines
on dark clouds.
The time announces the
arrival of spirit. You land
like butterfly, on the
lips of voila for seconds
and fly away.
But you did not come
to say goodbye.
The bell tolls for
no one. Nobody dies today
to celebrate the departure
of death― gracefully.
I lived dangerously.
Satish Verma, 6 february 2024
Where Do The Sprits Go?
Disappointed.
I look at my hands to
read your destiny.
I fall to kiss the
moon dust. You were
my desire in sleep.
The spirit hovers
like the golden eagle
to rest the talons.
I stop the game.
Some cards had remained
undealt. I win, I lose.
You were not the
angel. You were not the mortal.
Where do I put my relief?
Satish Verma, 5 february 2024
I Was Unknown
Between ethics and
ethos, your truth is very sad. The
pierced rose bouquet bleeds.
Like fawns in a blood
room. I don't know how to treat
life, when you are impersonal.
The art of annihilation
is known to everyone. Naked as blue
whale. The sea horse always stands.
Satish Verma, 4 february 2024
Searching Peace
Unravished the
black moon was down
but not out.
I am being watched.
How the poem
prints itself on heart.
Curled up with
flower thoughts, staring
aimlessly in black void.
Wanted a brutally
honest truth, moon struck
but ready to give blond.
Who was desireless
being a saint. Paradox
always wins.
Satish Verma, 3 february 2024
Holiest Dilemma
Somedays with
human touch, I will talk
to white roses with
blood spots.
This was inner beauty.
The ferns start walking to
cover the wounds of earth.
A sea horse stands
erect in sea to salute
the warship.
Where we are going?
When you don't leave
your thumb print, the song
of nightingale is lost.
How do you want
to die in the hands of
deaf and dumb god?
Satish Verma, 2 february 2024
My Vision
I am nowhere, living
in an urn. A feeling goes unwritten,
becomes a myth. My innocent body.
More pain, more longing.
Words without ink are printed
on your face. Now a kiss.
Once upon the dilemma was
to search for the last truth. You wanted
to give away your beautiful song.
Satish Verma, 1 february 2024
The Crescent Moon
Let me be myself
in cloud of tears.
A streak of light
breaks the myth
of superlunary, when you
were at war with
leviathans of deep.
When hungry,
you were flawless in art
of love. It wakes you
from old thinking.
Hiding behind fears,
I freeze to wear the death
gown. The words crumble
under the weight of truth.
Life remains beautiful.
I don't want to leave you.
Satish Verma, 31 january 2024
Quiet Introspection
I have not arrived
as yet, to meet myself.
Existence betrays.
After the shock, I
want to ask a question
in trembling voice "Why".
Where the flesh ends
at the edge of bones,
eyes will speak.
Unthinking, I
pick a rose, to prick
my fingers. That was
the truth.
Dying was easier,
than to live. Still I want
to stay back to see
the miracle.
Satish Verma, 29 january 2024
Untraced
Another weeping star
comes to me. The twin
presence interacts.
Personified.
A pain sits with me.
I split into shards.
A spooky boom.
Water bends. I kiss
your scream.
White night.
Acacia breaks,
roots won't move.
Satish Verma, 28 january 2024
Sisyphean Ambition
You disown all your
sins. Fat burns.
An aura prowls around
the temples.
The honor kill
will make you a living god.
Rusted heart wants
to achieve eternity.
The otherness, goes
for incarnation. Abstract
quality will explore
the song of the sea.
Life starts anew. You
were a fake genius. There
was a secret pact
to wear the veil.
Satish Verma, 27 january 2024
Stalking The Spring
O black rose, why you
smell the body of a young
fawn after the run?
The sweat was sensual.
You want to kiss the burning
coals of brown eyes.
You always surprise
me in dark moon to put
up a savage fight.
Satish Verma, 26 january 2024
Motionless
But I don't know
who was me, taking sunbath
to meet moon.
The marbles slip from
your hands to hit the white
mausoleum at dusk.
Dip any muse and
words bleed. I will not ask
for orphanage.
Satish Verma, 25 january 2024
Convulsions
Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road
of undanced goddess.
God of sins waits.
Light refuses to enter
the eyes looking at sky.
The beehive spills
to make you human of
vanishing tribe.
Satish Verma, 22 january 2024
Convulsions
Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road
of undanced goddess.
God of sins waits.
Light refuses to enter
the eyes looking at sky.
The beehive spills
to make you human of
vanishing tribe.
Satish Verma, 21 january 2024
Blood Prints
Do not wade in
tears, in blood-deep wounds.
It was a black gold.
Moon was hauling
the night. There was no ending
of empty words. Silver
would not leap in
sun. I become poor in
the court of charity.
Satish Verma, 20 january 2024
On Naked Paper
Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts
in the raging sun.
There was a deep
gorge between the hills.
My face turns blue.
Trembling hands will knit
splendent wreath for a
departing moon.
Satish Verma, 18 january 2024
Curtain Call
You are beautiful,
still untouched by moon.
I am creating myth.
In small hours, I
release the pain at dusk
to touch you unsaid.
I think, not to think of
you, when nightingale comes
to collect your song.
Satish Verma, 17 january 2024
Like Memes
It was hazy in Plato's
cave, I was trying to study
the painting on wall.
Why do I fear for you?
Words have gone dumb
in full moon.
Was it a presence
without flesh, bones?
Only sparkling eyes?
I touch you warily.
Trembling I ask you to come
back in my twirling life.
You do not move.
It happens like never
before. Spirit weeps.
Satish Verma, 16 january 2024
Seeking Peace
Trying to make my
life ephemeral, inviting
back my pains.
It was organic,
love unexplained. A
cryptic approach was
birthed to survive.
I wouldn't touch
the aura of falling star
to stitch the wounds.
I might have
covered the ash body
without leaves. There
were unburied secrets.
Remember me in
dark when the earth
opens the eyes.
Satish Verma, 15 january 2024
Embracing Dark
Unclench your fist.
Release the fireflies.
It is getting dark.
The moonflowers
are in full bloom, opening
at dusk till noon.
In the morning
I will unlock the moon
to go back its home.
Satish Verma, 13 january 2024
Whispering Clouds
The veiled buds for
you, living on the moon,
in explicit shades.
Why didn't you leave
a trail of disaster, after
hissing the last breath?
I was to be me,
looking at the clock unblinking,
to stop the era.
Satish Verma, 12 january 2024
Into Dark Abyss
Unsung something,
in space, in other life
can I raise you?
The aureole
cannot be resurrected
like Lazarus.
Fading jasmines
make me mad looking
at moon rise.
Satish Verma, 11 january 2024
Talking To Spirit
How much was space
between you and me in
legacy of moon?
Like the mayfly you
have no lips, no mouth.
Let's live for a day.
You may like to
salvage the broken wall
for our home.
Satish Verma, 9 january 2024
Art In Pain
There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon
stitches your name.
I wash your body
in tears to the concept
of undying love―
When the light goes,
trees start falling to pay
homage to roots.
Satish Verma, 8 january 2024
Raw Dreams
Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be
beautiful. No rider.
An unspoken word
simmers in eyes for last
kiss of golden sun.
You want to move
away from yourself to reach
end of your pain.
Satish Verma, 7 january 2024
After You Left
The chilling offer
of thumbs in the voyage
of monk's insanity.
Sun stops for while
to steal the time, separating
poem from poem.
You may like to
destroy the hemorrhaging
moon before dawn.
Satish Verma, 6 january 2024
Naked Truths
Never had been
at distant pain to hear
the water's song.
At interstices
of tears, threads, filter
the salt of soul.
Muscularity of
oath melts. The fusion cracks.
You move away.
Satish Verma, 5 january 2024
Searching My Voice
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
Prayer's House
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
Released
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
The Walls Are Rising
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
Inheritance
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
Prerogative
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
Summer Solstice
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
Fairy Dance
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
Dark Circles
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
Song Of The Sky
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
Vision And Vibrations
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
Vision And Vibrations
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
Of All Time
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
Don't Die
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
Gospel Truth
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
Predicament
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
Learning You
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
Thought To Thought
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
Trembling Vibes
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
At The Edge Of Life
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
The Madness
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
Your Empathy
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
Sad Protégé
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
After Thoughts
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
Blue Sunstroke
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
Blue Sunstroke
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
Empty of Answers
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
Were It You?
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
Changing Name
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
Multicast
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
No Regrets
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
Changing Syntax
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
Incognito
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
Bruised Knees
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
Bruised Knees
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
Drifting
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
Freezing Scream
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
Awake, Arise
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
Hundred Stories
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
A Summer's Stroke
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
Asking Myself
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
In My Orbit
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
For Good And Evil
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
Mementos
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
No Dark Crime
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
Penultimate
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
I Was Not Green
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
Human Gifts
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
Questioning You
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
Who Wants Eternity
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
Turns In Path
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
Who Was Blessed
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.
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nie ja ale wy zaczeliscie o polityce, fałszu
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Miasto zbliża się końca.
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moi mili, mnie polityka nie kręci
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