Satish Verma, 30 grudnia 2022
Searching human
teeth. Real fossils.
Let go my hand.
Chasing the
flames. No moon to
brighten path.
Sweating in woods.
I am holding roses.
Not thorns.
Struck by
lightning, truth burns.
Rains will not help.
History repeats.
Animals roam in garden
of colored lilies.
It was diplomacy.
The patriarch dies, leaving
the legacy of harms.
Satish Verma, 29 grudnia 2022
No, I don't think,
when I write. My poem
finds its own words.
The thought
moves stealthily. You put
your hand on my hand.
Your eyes now
search the lost kingdom
of trembling nostalgia.
Will I remain
human? Living amidst
the burials? Do the dead
laugh?
Was there a casualty
at beach? You will not swim
nor drown, for becoming
a nightingale.
My eminent revere
was to live, waiting for
you!
Satish Verma, 28 grudnia 2022
The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.
like boat
docking without sea.
A sloth bear―
was sharpening
carved claws to climb the
vertical rage.
Ruins of past
glitter in dense moonlight.
You stand under a fig.
What spectacle
you want to decipher
during bloodbath?
Something else
should have happened
in the dying light?
Satish Verma, 27 grudnia 2022
In deep space―
I will not jump
off the ledge.
Blood waits―
to anoint your forehead
for a final call.
Memory crawls―
slithering, to feel
the sacred shroud.
Did you find
my footprints on the
rare altar?
Some days god weeps.
There was no need to sleep
like Buddha!
The spirit had
walked away from
ravaged frame.
Satish Verma, 26 grudnia 2022
Swear me, to the end
of the beginning. Of
impossible. I wanted to
talk to honeybees. Why the
queen had left the nest
for the sweet wounds?
The intruder holds the
citadel for a ransom. Innocent
storms, will not break, massive
walls of pride. I
stand in queue to fight
with my destiny. One last time.
Nobody wants to be bisexual.
The pomegranates swell.
Fantasies swim in eyes.
I rewrite the names of
colored absconders.
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.
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