Satish Verma, 13 października 2022
Something was always
missing. I wouldn't
recognize me.
In my quietism,
I dig out the words, that
would give me otherness.
The ocean accepts
the martyrs of woody frames.
Fuel was not sufficient
to burn them.
Moon sizzles in
black fumes. Pure cotton
was needed to make wicks.
There will be a night vigil.
Where the crowd assembles.
I will present the thoughts
of a wandering soul
of unknown prophet.
Satish Verma, 11 października 2022
Today you are a king
in sunlight, stalking the moon
in rainy dark night.
*
Staying innocent―
in pursuit of happiness,
living with wolves, beasts.
*
Celebrating
dawn, before sun rises to
melt down your dreams.
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?
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