Satish Verma, 14 grudnia 2022
Mate, I don't know,
how to deceive you in bush.
I was born in sun.
*
Ardor moves in
orbs, which have no silver.
Only tangents will meet.
*
Do not define
any kinship between- two
wounded birds in sky.
Satish Verma, 13 grudnia 2022
Unbashed you
come and go in dreams,
like chrysanthemum.
*
In captivity
of clouds, the moon paints
your eyes with tears.
*
Dethronement of
roses was the art of
bare all artist.
Satish Verma, 12 grudnia 2022
Surging tears
let me go, in rivers.
Sun will find shade.
*
Lunar eclipse
will not spill blood on road.
Reflection of self?
*
Time lives in
veins. The past and future
meet in present.
Satish Verma, 11 grudnia 2022
The ink was fading.
I don't want to stay on the
right side of time.
*
Thoughts will mute. You
cast another spell on poems
I feel presence.
*
After arrival,
there was no departure.
Spirit will hover.
Satish Verma, 10 grudnia 2022
How do I find out
in dreams, when you hide―
behind your eyes?
*
Venerating age
was brutal. Everyday I
count my lost coins.
*
Your hands tremor
after the cruel retraction of
knife from the poems.
Satish Verma, 9 grudnia 2022
The inscribed stone
winks at moon to compare
smudges on face.
*
I ask myself to know
thyself. Life will smell the blood,
of what hurt your dream.
*
Will not erase your
name from jessamine.
Winter always waits.
Satish Verma, 7 grudnia 2022
A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again
hurts. Candle burns at―
*
both the ends. Book
was closed for eternity.
Red moon bleeds.
*
I dip my fingers in
moonlight to smeat your
memories silver.
Satish Verma, 5 grudnia 2022
One day in a dream,
I will ask the deity of ancient
temple, why did you father―
*
the elephantine
blunder of creating universe
to destroy it again?
*
I was also the builder
of bold world on the paper
for nightingale.
Satish Verma, 3 grudnia 2022
Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning
of the salvation from―
*
coming and going.
What were your thoughts when it
rained in lightning?
*
Would you climb again
to prayers that were soundless
and wordless in eyes?
Satish Verma, 2 grudnia 2022
Vision impaired.
The fear crawls in your poems―
for lynx-eyed words.
*
Hounded light wears
a mask to rip off the thespian.
Time was my collateral.
*
Who was the reddest in―
rose, blaze and ruby? Will you
pick the color for me?
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