Satish Verma, 25 grudnia 2022
You were my deepest
secret, like a blue
diamond. Playing with
children's moon, sun
releases you from chattel's
bonding.
Who was an abettor
in dark, when fireflies
were starting a mass
funeral? Moon was very
hot and you won't touch
it any more.
There was always an
ethnic rivalry, between
planets and stars. Anexoplanet
peeps into the field of
red clovers. Someone wants
to develop a progeny.
Satish Verma, 24 grudnia 2022
Thin lips will quiver
to say something before
committing a sin.
You want to live
to think about the finish
of uncorruptible!
Does the divinity
break the sculpture and goes
to sleep in moon?
Satish Verma, 23 grudnia 2022
No abode for me.
Still seeking impossible―
to find your home.
To define dharma,
when cosmic law of bridal
cannibalism ups.
For trans humanity.
I am sorry to ignite the
volcano in sea.
Satish Verma, 22 grudnia 2022
To understand your
niche, I listen to echoes.
Moon will draw a map.
No beginning, no
end. Arguments continue
till the next world.
To go, not to go
was acrude dilemma.
The volcano waits.
Satish Verma, 21 grudnia 2022
It is a harmless
bloodbath under the moon,
when you stop moving.
Ripples on cheeks
deepen in the fog, that will
settle on red eyes.
Someone should
lift the burden of life from
the trembling hymns.
Satish Verma, 19 grudnia 2022
Like flint, I knew,
it won't work from beginning.
I wait for red moon.
A tragedy was to―
happen. So it happened.
Suddenly one day!
Could you halt it,
the engulfing inferno―
blazing the home?
Satish Verma, 18 grudnia 2022
A tardy spirit, when
you cannot change yourself.
The blue birds laugh.
Most needed was
the economy of words for
the brutal future.
Take my footpath
and walk towards the galaxy
to read human cost.
Satish Verma, 17 grudnia 2022
The second death
of orange-moon in―
blood, when sun sleeps.
The magic over.
I am tired of mystery to
die in blue light.
Anxiety rises. You
want to become a prophet
after losing esteem.
Satish Verma, 16 grudnia 2022
Break the bread.
Someone waits under
evergreen tree.
*
The tormentor does
not know the angst of falling
palm leaf from the trunk.
*
I will take goggles
to cover my red eyes from
the glare of iceberg.
Satish Verma, 15 grudnia 2022
Wash your eyes
with Dusty Miller. You will be
able to read me.
*
The ritual was to
pick mushroom under your
feet, not to hurt―
*
on the way to meet
god. Why the violence survives
when blood dries up?
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