Satish Verma, 4 sierpnia 2023
It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.
In this immoral
world, why someone died
laughing?
This is not true.
Nobody wants to be honored
after the death of unknown.
You become a child,
after the murder of sepia night
for the sake of moon.
It was like a
trail of the trembling comet,
when the god cried.
Satish Verma, 1 sierpnia 2023
Spreading marigold
dust at the feet of uncovered
deity, I ask, was there
any home to go back?
Why did you walk
away from the tree―
of wisdom?
Why do we conceal
our wounds, talking
about metaphysics?
It was not what
I had wished to be original.
Life takes its pound
of flesh.
A question mark
will always follow you.
Satish Verma, 31 lipca 2023
I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps,
and stars play the chess.
I would defy
the death, but life
defeats me.
Message of the
love was disquieting.
I prepare the ancient
alphabets.
I will go on
diet of pain, perfectly
making me strong.
We live in ourselves
collecting the
nuggets of tears.
Satish Verma, 30 lipca 2023
Let it be. Your face
hidden between the
words.
Somebody starts
commiting suicide like
moth to the flame.
It was dark
when you become nothing―
in acoustic range.
I will not
interpret the butterfly's
meaningless dance.
Who believes in
one's own death,
to be born again like a
third person.
Satish Verma, 27 lipca 2023
You are made to
love, deadly and chaste
without meeting earlier
in hive.
The bees refuse
to give honey.
The chemistry between
sun and marigold fails.
The violence sucks
the green.
On the pretext
of failure, depression
concludes the universal
truth.
The problem was
what kind of death you want.
Satish Verma, 26 lipca 2023
Selling the stardust
to become rich,
for harmony.
You will bring
the other world. A lazy
eye laughs. The poor
love weeps.
I have settled
down to accept the barbs
of philanthropy.
This undefined
pain hones the words
to fight the killed panther.
Drink from my
eyes. There was snow
fall on lips.
Satish Verma, 25 lipca 2023
Someday I will
ask questions standing
in the deep forest.
Where the swarm
of words would go if―
the pen was broken and
you were hiding behind
the marigolds?
At last I was
looking for you with
minute details.
The silken touch of
your hand still burns
on my face.
Days don't change.
The pink symmetry was
a mirage.
Satish Verma, 24 lipca 2023
I was my own
slave to walk on rose
petals to feel
the kingdom.
Dishonesty was
at large. I will not shun the
truths of bitter lips.
No mineralization was
there in pure eyes.
You could sail on the frozen lake.
What a thousand
words won't do. I did it with
skin and bones.
A flower vase. Flawless.
You want to write
the name of unknown.
Satish Verma, 22 lipca 2023
I let you go
to meet the panther
in his den.
Gender invisible.
Still two souls were bound
to jump together
on the burning pyre.
A love unique.
Cavernous. Neither you come
out, nor I come in.
Life seeks the answer.
The hyacinth opens
the spike to reach your
sensitive lips. Who had
ignited the water?
Talking with dead,
gives some relief. The buzzing
in ears stops and you
listen a bird's song.
Satish Verma, 21 lipca 2023
Standing in dark storm,
not to turn back.
An imperial oath
breaks, I don't want to
take any foreward for
my departure.
Small feet in
tattered shoes will not
leave any footmarks, and
climb the sharp edge.
Any friend becomes
A bleeding wound. It was
better to seek an asylum
in smile of black moon..
The knitting must
start. There was a pause
in pain of giving away
my muse.
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