Satish Verma, 1 maja 2022
Shadows―
were lengthening.
I start mending myself.
Speechless―
you commence telling in signs.
Grass flattened. Glass―
in water. The body floats.
The game was over.
A new chapter opens without a book.
Another spurt of poetry.
I will never forgive me.
Fear becomes my guide.
The sound of decapitation
resonates. I lift the pen
and kill myself.
Satish Verma, 30 kwietnia 2022
Depression―
was deep blue.
In zero-reflux, I was
intimately involved―
with your pride. The conflict
was rising.
Human mind
like shutting off the sex,
was making a bibliography.
Purity of link will
describe a yellow hollyhock,
waiting to be crushed.
It becomes a burden
when I spend on you― my poems.
Chemotherapy had failed.
Satish Verma, 29 kwietnia 2022
The sins of mortals
have become ordinary.
You can breathe like
nekton, in deep ocean of
idyllic mind.
Pull out your hubris like
a tinkling coin and rub it with your―
body / let it become dirty.
The wayward emotion and
illuminati will meet for the
first time/on the turf.
Desire wins ultimately.
You pick up a red rose
and place it along the jasmines.
Acceptance comes after the fall.
Satish Verma, 27 kwietnia 2022
Perfect domes―
beehived.
An alien sitting in
Mona Lisa? Do you believe in the
pshyche of a beekeeper?
A vision. The future tense
retrieves the past glory of tenseless era.
The mimicry will do its own job.
A freak incident. Earth was
moving. Corned bodies riding on lead.
You must fill up the blanks to―
prepare for lethal descent.
Idolatry. Every cult becomes
a new idol. Hate-filled sermons.
Yestersins will pay
for the mortgage.
Satish Verma, 23 kwietnia 2022
Set free the water―
do not harm the spring.
A short poem will write your
theme in air, without asking.
The unbaked bread
will feed the oven.
And the silent prayers
will seal the lips.
The bride of desert―
weeps. No palms, no ariels.
You run over the ruins
to find the tools.
Now breathing stops. A
hammer strikes.
It was the tragedy
of a brainless tumor.
Aneurysm brings the stroke.
Satish Verma, 16 kwietnia 2022
Hiding behind the faces,
you had pushed me to the edge.
Now Himalayas were weeping.
The self-mutilation
starts. Human body and mind
collide like tectonic plates.
There was no rape in
sacred marriage. Do you know the
anxiety and depression are not
only the human traits?
Psychosis. The obscenity
does not leave, and the language
starts dying. You block the
road. Nobody was going to leave
the doomed plains.
Satish Verma, 10 kwietnia 2022
In everyday life
you pick up a war with a―
moment in truth.
Unleashing a malign―
half gender― to speak
for the sake of a maker.
You were standing on
a fault-line, waiting for the
unhappened to happen.
I have come from a
faraway land to dig up the
legacy of the ruined convulsions of man.
The faith, a religion the
god were all forgotten when
you sit homeless, hungry under the sky.
Satish Verma, 6 kwietnia 2022
You walk through me
opening the portal of―
unending moment.
A right to die lingers in the eyes.
Not a serenade. I am
tying the knot on the tree.
The wait was becoming too long. I
would read again Hamlet without the prince.
Truth was not happy, when
you brought down the body.
The wind was moving like a panther
stealthily before the kill.
How shall we bite our toes―
now? They have left
a bloody trail on the
weeping grass.
Satish Verma, 5 kwietnia 2022
More searing―
in fog of love.
You prepare the first draft―
of suicide.
It was not in your
handwriting from the left,
before sending―
the message.
The crash of the drone
before hitting the ground.
I apologize to sun for―
the brilliant fault.
I will never know
what did I give you.
My tulips were ravaged
by the statecraft of the winds.
Satish Verma, 4 kwietnia 2022
Like toothache.
Would hear the voices
of dark.
No beginning, no end.
I will not conclude.
Like the setting sun in west
dying beautifully―
without moon.
It is a chilling confession.
No offending. Trying to
understand unmoving lips.
In my suffering
there was no faith healing.
I won't ask your hand.
Every syntax, regenerates
the truth of the dirty mind.
Living amidst the
dangers of orthopedic blunders
you cannot walk straight.
The queen has gone insane.
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