Satish Verma, 22 january 2023
Between us was
left a prelude. I open
the ruined book.
Why there was other
pain in eyes. Differentia?
Of unknown feel?
A creeper climbs,
your small window of psyche.
Jets ethereal spray.
Satish Verma, 20 january 2023
Is it sacrilege?
Half-men were becoming―
predators? Insects?
That transcends the
sounds of agitated earth.
You don't bend to kiss.
A perverted sense―
prevails. Listen to rustling
of darkened night.
Satish Verma, 18 january 2023
You had failed me―
god, when angst was burning
my fingers to write.
A poem. Mauve-blue
lips go into a seizure,
to fight the demons.
Delphinium's spur
trembles without any wind. An
angel has fallen.
Satish Verma, 17 january 2023
Mysterious weather.
You cannot breath in rose
garden. Time crawls.
You cannot smile.
The raid on cuckoo's nest was
disastrous. No eggs.
You can see through
walls. Undressing was a ritual
to shed all the norms.
Satish Verma, 16 january 2023
The flame springs to
burn my hand. Blood drips drop
by drop from a hole.
I am signing red.
Inertia sits in the veins.
Do not know any god.
End and beginning
have become one. I will
calculate sins.
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.
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