Satish Verma, 4 grudnia 2023
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 grudnia 2023
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 grudnia 2023
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 grudnia 2023
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 listopada 2023
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 listopada 2023
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 listopada 2023
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 listopada 2023
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 listopada 2023
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 listopada 2023
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.
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