Satish Verma, 21 january 2024
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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