Satish Verma, 15 january 2023
To my horror, you
become a seadragon
and carry my legacy.
With kiss of flames,
the unique courtship ends.
Not to touch again.
How sparkling teeth
bite pink flesh, to taste
angel of sea.
Satish Verma, 14 january 2023
Escorting the ache
for a bath in tears for
the sake of feel.
Love was moving
towards west. Angst of living
on the sands of time.
This was killing. He
will celebrate the blurred
vision of bright sun.
Satish Verma, 13 january 2023
Between the hills,
were you ready for a
snakebite ritual?
What was the choice
between a triangle and
a silver dewdrop?
The birthmark swells
after taste of venom.
Silent prayer fails.
Satish Verma, 12 january 2023
Everything begins
with numbers, the curves.
The cleavage drops.
History is written.
Young times. You grow old
in shade of stars.
Brave words carry the
burden of weightless truths.
Moon immolates.
Satish Verma, 11 january 2023
Why incomplete
embrace of death drinking
ambrosia of sin?
It starts from grave.
The vision― to find the truth
of life in absent maths.
A very short poem
will search path. There was no
answer in your eyes.
Satish Verma, 10 january 2023
Your voice has dimmed.
I cannot catch your
beautiful profile.
Wanted to see you,
where you were not present.
O god! who was running
this weird world?
Prepare for a
heat stroke in moonlight.
Naked as a blank paper.
Can you print
the end of unending?
Do not want to call
seers. I will search myself
to know the meaning of
dying gracefully.
Were you ready to become
a silhouette?
Satish Verma, 9 january 2023
The beauty of being
nothing, like the nystagmus.
Do you see me through,
when I break inside?
Won't you release your
white doves to smell
the melting moon
of summer's blues?
Nameless a poem swims
in your pale eyes. I
watch the cobra rear up
like a purple monkshood!
One day I will pay
back your debt, for the
myth of phoenix. I will
live for centuries in the
desert to rise from ashes.
Nobody becomes a conqueror!
Satish Verma, 8 january 2023
Inviting yourself
for a kiss of wasp?
This was a hidden mood.
Being yourself,
you were insulting someone,
my poems, my theology.
Touching trees,
one by one, searching your
name on every leaf.
O God of half eaten
breads, why do you lie
on the petals only?
The tears fall
was becoming louder.
Frozen eyes are starting a
meltdown.
Where would you live
in autumn?
Satish Verma, 7 january 2023
Searching hegemony
by a lazy eye was not
an easy job for you.
Like an impromptu
attack by a bald eagle
for a small bite.
Let's talk to burning
moon of the dark sky for a
thought of becoming.
Satish Verma, 6 january 2023
You are repeating
hymns to douse the flames
of a burning god.
Walk to the potter's
field, where books are
buried in wraps.
In the wasteland,
you can search the frozen
tears of Zen.
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