Satish Verma, 29 października 2023
Words would wear the blood caps.
In tyranny of the full moon,
the wound becomes bigger.
Mask after mask,
you will never find the
real face. The cannibalism
makes you sick.
I survived the branding.
O god, I will never
shame you. The virginity
was at stake in the hands
of angels.
You receive the bullet,
when glowers were thrown.
Violence has a price.
Brick by brick you make
the temple again.
Satish Verma, 28 października 2023
Moon rolls,
on its own without
clouds.
Now you can,
fix the things, reading
dark.
Every day ends.
The road will not sleep.
Dusk to dawn,
candle weeps.
Like no pain
now, of your separation,
sparking rage.
Now you are
Plato. Will write for
the ascending hemlock, that
will destroy the hope.
Satish Verma, 27 października 2023
At lake point
I had yet to kiss you.
I always said to
you. Age would never
give clemency.
I must subject
myself for scrutiny.
Where did the math go wrong?
The temple, a
shrine. A viper always
waited.
Tell me, would
you ever sign the will
to let go the rope?
Moon and sea, will
maintain the distance.
Satish Verma, 26 października 2023
A bizarre dream,
You come out in starry
night to touch the moon,
and fall on the thorns.
The eccentric nobility
of lords demands the
evidence of slaughter.
But chariot comes empty.
Order, order.
Someone fails in boots.
You walk barefoot
to meet the god of untruths.
The victim stands
like a prey before the grand
master. The beautiful
pagoda implodes.
Satish Verma, 25 października 2023
It was a brutal
day. My choice was a pink
moon above me.
The violence in
absentia impedes the
kiss of phlox in spring.
The fugitive
comes back home to see
bloody handprints on wall.
Satish Verma, 24 października 2023
Standing alone
in the ring of fire,
you wanted deletion
of sun.
Somewhere destiny
fails, like reversal of
answers. Without
gallows tree, nobody wants to die.
Looking in old mirror,
you want to sleep
in canthi of eyes. The
flesh revolts.
I don't want to see
the end of beginning. Your
thumbprint has left the
curves, that lead
you to unknown.
Satish Verma, 23 października 2023
Endogamy.
Don't hear much
of human voices.
Moon will rise again?
Deep angst,
pitch dark.
There was no truce
between the trees.
Undermining―
the sanctity of god's words.
You want to take the chair
of judge and hear to yourself.
I spot the blood
on sleeves. Who had used
the cleaver?
Can you bring
a period of silence, to
meditate for peace?
Somebody was laughing hilariously.
Satish Verma, 22 października 2023
A saga of
sacrifice, when the
moon jumped into lake
to save a fish.
A fantasy turns into
a hope. You cut slice of
light to ignite the
darkness.
Reason always
skips the rope. You were
not counted, when searching
for absolute truth.
I ask you to stop
being you. Move away
from yourself to
survive the holocaust.
Satish Verma, 21 października 2023
You want your gifts back.
Body by body,
pain by pain.
Moon separates from sun.
Why blood was naked
for small things.
No one wants
to burn flame to flame.
Can you take
the dust road to blue lake.
Where blaze―
won't die?
Satish Verma, 20 października 2023
The band of clouds
wraps the full moon rising
like a shadow.
The unique birth, with
a placenta, encircling
the blackened neck.
The hanger was ready
to pull the rope. You lived
longer than a god.
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