Satish Verma, 10 april 2022
In everyday life
you pick up a war with a―
moment in truth.
Unleashing a malign―
half gender― to speak
for the sake of a maker.
You were standing on
a fault-line, waiting for the
unhappened to happen.
I have come from a
faraway land to dig up the
legacy of the ruined convulsions of man.
The faith, a religion the
god were all forgotten when
you sit homeless, hungry under the sky.
Satish Verma, 6 april 2022
You walk through me
opening the portal of―
unending moment.
A right to die lingers in the eyes.
Not a serenade. I am
tying the knot on the tree.
The wait was becoming too long. I
would read again Hamlet without the prince.
Truth was not happy, when
you brought down the body.
The wind was moving like a panther
stealthily before the kill.
How shall we bite our toes―
now? They have left
a bloody trail on the
weeping grass.
Satish Verma, 5 april 2022
More searing―
in fog of love.
You prepare the first draft―
of suicide.
It was not in your
handwriting from the left,
before sending―
the message.
The crash of the drone
before hitting the ground.
I apologize to sun for―
the brilliant fault.
I will never know
what did I give you.
My tulips were ravaged
by the statecraft of the winds.
Satish Verma, 4 april 2022
Like toothache.
Would hear the voices
of dark.
No beginning, no end.
I will not conclude.
Like the setting sun in west
dying beautifully―
without moon.
It is a chilling confession.
No offending. Trying to
understand unmoving lips.
In my suffering
there was no faith healing.
I won't ask your hand.
Every syntax, regenerates
the truth of the dirty mind.
Living amidst the
dangers of orthopedic blunders
you cannot walk straight.
The queen has gone insane.
Satish Verma, 3 april 2022
The lips will speak
without sound.
A tuliped man hangs himself
down, from a tall tree of fame.
You wanted to live in the―
glare of slit throats.
The blood brings the brilliant
glitter of gold.
End of the speech will―
throw up a mascot. The noose was
tightening around the―
rising― glorious sun.
Slavery never ends. You
become victim of your dazzling
peaks, when you stand alone
at unthinkable heights.
The spirit of the tree dies in your eyes.
Satish Verma, 2 april 2022
In deep bottom,
at first light, I
will give you a call.
Because, I was only bones,
muscles worn out in hymns
and the nudes were―
putting on the masks.
You will not deliver―
a denial, nor you will
put forward the Buddhist stance.
Like a curling fern you
want to go in dark shade―
eyes shut.
The circus of stunted men
and lady birds―
will go on unabated.
I swear by fire,
The battered umbilicus will
not bear any gods.
A miraculous escape. I
will not eat your
flesh, hot and red.
We start hitting each other
Satish Verma, 31 march 2022
O my baby pain―
this house is on fire.
My body is going to war.
A lonely path, in life
and death― where does it
lead to― in wilderness of home?
The mob only loots.
Lynches and hangs you from
the lone tree of love.
I confess, there was
a chink in my armor, not
light but water seeps through it.
You start fearing the
windows. Not noises, time
was slipping pout, never to come back.
Satish Verma, 30 march 2022
After centuries of reverie―
a dream breaks, falls
like a mirror in ink, splintering
into thousand thoughts. Somewhere
words start flying.
Oh god!
your feet of clay are crumbling.
I wanted to write a new script
on your body,
slashing my wrists.
How much the truth was
lying? Ask the shades alluding
to moon. Patchy and opaque
in forest of maple, I was counting
the red-lobed leaves.
Your eyes were telling a
soulful tale. On beach were
sitting some youngmen in a row in orange jump
suits waiting to meet
their gods.
Satish Verma, 29 march 2022
Time
was moving without wheels.
Not a match. I
don't exist. Anonymous.
You were also not same
as I lost you.
Black walls.
You will kiss them
for a promise.
Your lips, wrapping
the wounds, like bandages.
The bruises smell
like poppies.
Not thirsty. Still
I revert to the theme of
dry lake.
Are you going to
shut the eyes of moon?
Satish Verma, 28 march 2022
Ah, in this―
culture of shames
you will need some divination
for mooning around.
You cannot mend the old
shoes, become an explicator―
of complex human mind.
Cannot face the sun to
catch my shadow. Father and
son were water apart.
The things become no-things
inestimable. I keep on intuiting..
First came the rains,
then winds. I stand for nation.
I fall for you.
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