Satish Verma, 10 października 2022
We will talk about
life and death, standing on
the track in dark.
*
Do not reach anywhere
untouching spots on hands
where sparks kindle.
*
Do you want to wash
out your sins, kissing the
black rocks of moon?
Satish Verma, 9 października 2022
Authentically
open your palm for me to
print my signature.
*
You look straight
through me to find a mirror
reflecting moon.
*
The thoughts don't
die, playing a game with
a second suicide.
Satish Verma, 7 października 2022
The dangling moon
behind the ornate gate
waits for beheading.
*
Indeed I had
called you in dark to change
the name of slaughter.
*
Blood tastes salty,
when words were sweet, slicing
the white lilies.
Satish Verma, 6 października 2022
How we had started
hiding from each other, your
green lies and my dark truths.
*
Moon had crossed my
path when sea was boiling and
you― searching a boat.
*
Who saves the tears,
when there was cloudburst, in
last leg of journey.
Satish Verma, 5 października 2022
Wearing leaves, one
by one, I become a bo tree.
Buddha will not come.
*
Can you devour the―
chilling pain of mushrooms, dying―
every one in cold?
*
The greed overtakes.
Toads don't find place to sit.
Podium fails the speaker.
Satish Verma, 4 października 2022
Do you want to say
few words before the night
falls on silent credos?
*
Space was shrinking.
We can't breath in gory demo.
Back to back you want.
*
For moonrise in red
sky. There were shadows under
the weeping willows.
Satish Verma, 3 października 2022
Between knife and pill
I will draw a blood line
on your forehead.
*
One-eyed moon
leaves the body, takes a
dip in holy lake.
*
A miracle was diva.
Your eyes. There was a big
tug of war today.
Satish Verma, 2 października 2022
Unconsciously―
you take on the impossible.
What is left, was yours.
*
Creed suffers. Pen wins.
Religion buys a new god.
You won't remember.
*
Bring the semi-truths,
lies bloom, among the converts.
Who was the original?
Satish Verma, 1 października 2022
The dark side of moon
simmers. There was an outbreak
of romance on planet.
*
Ah, the senile edge of
twilight! Which way the light will go
to shine dry humor?
*
Shall we change ourselves
in dim hope of rebirthing
of our ancient gods?
Satish Verma, 30 września 2022
Invite the hemlock.
In my end, you begin to climb.
Not political.
*
You let out gossips
for me to sort out pebbles
to prove narcissism.
*
Let the waves come. I
will stay at the bay to watch
the sea to go on fire.
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