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Satish Verma, 2 july 2024
No Preface
My turf war was over. You want to write
your will in blood. My prodigy has collapsed..
New vistas are steamy colored dreams. I was
searching for my lost silver coin. Were you empathetic?
I will not count all your sins. Life is
altering every day. Small things are becoming big.
Waiting for a defining day? I believe in
pluralism. I don't want to hear myself.
The grey wall was surreal. You
cannot paint the brown bears dancing.
Satish Verma, 1 july 2024
My Scars Were Red
Give me a moment to live; The love dies casually.
Why were you carrying the corpse of memories?
Ozena? What do you smell? The day
burns, night cries. A robust reprisal appears.
Do not wail Destruction has come.
It was rapid. The world has swallowed my poems.
The jasmines are drying now.
Did your answer turn blue?
Why did you lead me to lotus lake? Was
it the loss of cranium. There was no water.
Satish Verma, 30 june 2024
Don't Grieve For Me
Far away was your
home. Do I give you to
moon from love to pyre.
I myself make me
cry in loneliness of strange
words. Nightshade stabs.
Nude picture of
nasty stings were ready to
slice you half and half.
The nebulae would
blind you to tract the alien's
footprint on your chest.
My thumbmark was
sufficient to give
order of beheading of black roses.
Satish Verma, 29 june 2024
Pain Of Surrender
How not to break, I ask.
Will you give me a hug
in absence?
It is very dark
night. After stealing me, when
will you drink the moon?
Each word becomes
a snake, writhing to devour
the bodyless truth.
The fall has come
again. I am walking on dry,
pink leaves to recall you.
One day me and you
will meet again after melting inside.
Life may find a surprise.
Satish Verma, 28 june 2024
A Renaissance
Infidelity knows
how to make fire. Shared
truth carries a tiny coffin.
Under the god's
tree I pray for you. Life will
not see the face of black moon.
The nudity of sun
hurts. The distance cannot
be reduced in blue pain.
Between why and
how lies the primordial
question. Where the truth lives?
Roll me over on
burning coals. The stones
were not able to break mirror.
Adam Pietras (Barry Kant), 27 june 2024
Two poems
1. Carnal Dream
(Music arrangement on souncloud.com / A.pietras982 - VII - F 4 - Carnal Dream)
I: I've came to the lowest of grounds
Just to tempt
Although words should be sharp
Athough I wondered how to express
There is but an emptyness inside
A body that is dwelled by a thought
Challengeing all that is to challenge
With no sence of deeper reason
In this formula I mean
I've seen many worlds and became empty
II: A letter has got a shape
Perhaps some meaning I have forgotten
But so far as I can't recognize my voice
And see only the easiest way to satisfy
To focus on something that is not the pain inside
But perhaps it is good - how can I know
Some say that there is only light
Though it blinds
There is sky benath and it is so low
There is an outer space but just desolated
I look among the people around
I wonder what they are
As far as I can understand a stone or a tree or a bug
But not a human
I can reach them but with my senses and confabulation
And I think that there is no one inside
The self is multiversal as I expirienced
It is a story enslaved in time - somehow
I have been a human for a time
Then I've became my moors
I've been a view
Once I thought that there is something to build
That there is something to conquer
That there is something to explore
But now I think that there is just an existence
The eternal crossroads unable to escape
The dreams that has gone blank and so untrue
A spark of consciousnes that travels from fingers to mouth
And some kind of wordless meaning on the edge of all perceptions
I can't say if it is not a hallucination
I try not to think too much about that
For it tortures me and baths me both in despair and disdain
For a lie
III: Is all I know a lie
Shouldn't everything be completely different
Or at least it could be so
I don't know why the world exists
2. The Heaviest of Wonderlands
(I shall also arrange something as I get more time for artistic stuff)
Couldn't say this Tomb has no charm
A craft of fine engineery and manpower
And that my cage is not made of materia
The sublte cold in touch and stories
Of prisoners - philosophers and murderers
I don't believe in ghosts but I can try to affirm
The holograms in my imagination
Songs about quark transition under what is seen
I can try to think that it is fine
I can try to think that I am a part of the race
That nobody knows where it ends and where it begins
I don't believe in fate but I can wonder if it is individual
Though I am just a kind of my own selve's priest
So useless as all the depths
I can wonder as the world is a Diamond
Through the works devided and roles
Someone is now old and dead
Perhaps I don't know something about him
Perhaps this consciousness now dead buries remembrance of Love
Perhaps he is an engineer
Perhaps he built my cage in this Dream
As I hear voices on the bazaar I can think of the race
That no one knows where it begins and where it ends
Perhaps I walk among saints
That's the trick I can make with my imagination
For it is so nice to affirm
As I can't do anything else
In this Tomb
A girl ashamed of her mortality
Satish Verma, 27 june 2024
Repeating Pain
Dear silent river
don't send me any
lisping message.
It was scary
to celebrate life immediately
after the death.
Candles throw
the shadows in ghettos, when
extended questions arise.
A massive fall
of faith. My heart was no
more a religion.
The drooping eyes
will start a ghost dance
in pitch darkness.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2024
Deep Inside
You know how
to live. Take me, a
lesser pain comes.
Meaning of life
was difficult to interpret,
sitting in sun.
You can conceive
meaningless numbers. I am
still counting ciphers.
Failed to achieve
something. Anything comes
in my wild poems.
Like hyacinth bell
shaped spikes I spread out
in moon to ripen in pain.
Satish Verma, 21 june 2024
When Truth Was Exhumed
In valley of peace
lilies, I was searching
you in blue darkness.
O destiny the remains of
past want to step into the future
of dying mantras.
To dissect the
moment of truth. Why
were you so anxious?
It was a weird happening.
Cloud over cloud
the soul wants to depart.
No I don't want
to learn the art of
cheating at rising sun.
Satish Verma, 20 june 2024
It Was My Pain
Behind your time
assassin walks
I will sit in a wake.
You had many
faces. The slave value
was increasing.
The impact craters
were coming up in dark
morning of realization.
Harmony suffers.
Explosions come from sky, as
if two stars have collided.
The frail peace
always grieves at the end
of the embraces.
Satish Verma, 19 june 2024
How Much Certain You Were?
Not reached anywhere.
In finding the meaning of life
a shadow falls in mirror.
Wanted to pick
your mind. Quantum leaps
in blood-stained feet.
Walking under foliage,
I don't understand why you
wouldn't taste the fruit.
What was the
brilliant thought to solve the
daily tragedy of life?
You want to become
forgetful in the crowd littered
with golden swords.
Satish Verma, 18 june 2024
In Cupped Lakes
How will you call
me, when I was invisible?
The whole thing
of burning ghat turns
into ash, from which
the Phoenix will rise.
Who was this
diva standing on my path?
Sun, time and
flames ripen the smile.
The sentence was heavy
to prove the fidelity.
This story is different
from the myth of Sisyphus.
The bird was flying
towards the sun. Moon
weeps to open the secret
of embracing a yajna.
Satish Verma, 17 june 2024
Saviour Was Sad
Moon strips in
grey hours, to transcend
the scream of virgin pain.
Too proud to
knock the door of locked
colossus of retreat.
The anniversary
has the solemn occasion
to pay homage to flint.
First poem was
written for unborn you
in my turbulent life.
The stranger now
walks alone in wilderness
to find you.
Satish Verma, 16 june 2024
Space Walk
Lynching
by majoritarian
the hiss from a full belly.
Of human behavior,
wanting to bring drastic
change in space & time.
You were punishing
yourself. Would not align
the ends. The vision fails.
Hard days.
Vagabonds don't beat
the brows for moon.
The emptiness
prevails. Dreams are made of
flesh and bones, but don't walk.
Satish Verma, 10 june 2024
Where Will You Go?
Not a doomsday
O hardened life, I cannot
read you like a Rosetta stone.
You walk under
Jacarandas to become purplish
blue without moony touch.
The scented air
brings meltdown, I rise
the candle to count the tears.
A trembling prayer
dries on your lips. A university
of love burns in eyes.
An orange color
abducts the clouds for a forced
marriage with sun.
Satish Verma, 9 june 2024
Dust Under Feet
I have come back
to myself, after
immeasurable loss.
I will give a call
to my alpha mate in sky,
to ameliorate my sin.
You had given me
pain. The difference between
pen and paper was the ink.
Not maleficent, we
were returning to war
in trenches.
This life had been
too much. Not more than
an honest penance.
Satish Verma, 8 june 2024
Priest Writes On Wall
Looking at picture
writing on the face, I will
search myself in you.
I want you take
baby steps after the encounter
with the lost horizon.
The flora, the fauna
of your psyche, illustrates
a sculpture in action.
The blue eyes the
wait for the snake charmer
to bring the vipers kiss.
The pain of dying
at the door of unopened
fort will arrest the vibes.
Satish Verma, 7 june 2024
Deciphering
Trying to meet the
best of you, after seeking
nothing. Two halves never sleep.
Silently creeping,
glaciers were ready for
meltdown. Earth breaks.
Into tears. I don't
want to think, to speak. Staring
at you finding fault in sun.
The poetry seeks
some answers for unknown
questions, sitting in wilderness.
The moon aborted
twice to land on earth,
to search for the namesakes.
Satish Verma, 6 june 2024
We Will Not Come Back
Was it a death trap?
You were staring unblinkingly
at the black hole.
I will not play with
the dirty words. I will pray
you shouldn't make it.
The child cries. Wolf
gets away with a big chunk
of flesh of earth.
Satish Verma, 30 may 2024
Over Your Dream
When I pined for
you, you were lost in open
space. Something―
Dies inside me
daily. I watch daring fall
of pride to kill sun.
Let it be dark now
on this side of moon. Clouds
cover the shame.
Satish Verma, 28 may 2024
Watching A Miracle
You want to go
extinct, dying of love
hormone. I will
Be strong to honor
the dignity of the human
patience in flames.
It hots up. The wild
conflict, between give and
take of god's kiss.
Satish Verma, 27 may 2024
No Complaints
Moon was looking
in my eyes. Time to sink my
ship coming apart.
Sunset was visible.
Don't want to give a chance
to write off pen.
Ironic. Shifting
away from peace. Why turn
to black hole?
Satish Verma, 26 may 2024
Between Whips And Tether
Listen to silence
of pain of heart, where
sun cannot reach.
Write to me a letter
in calligraphy. I want to
sleep in words arms.
I will not explore
any relationship for any
amorous signs.
Satish Verma, 25 may 2024
Travesty Of Truth
Lips collide. I
smear the memories on
your forehead.
Will you wake up
one day for me to rewrite
the mercy of wounds?
How shall we meet
before or after the demise
of cooling sun?
Satish Verma, 24 may 2024
The Saga Of Breakup
The sage of tree
sits cross-legged under the
shade of dilemma.
Would you pray for
me when the thick forest
of hope catches fire?
Between mantras and
peace, comes the bifid tongue.
Half truth and half lie.
Satish Verma, 23 may 2024
The Saga Of Breakup
The sage of tree
sits cross-legged under the
shade of dilemma.
Would you pray for
me when the thick forest
of hope catches fire?
Between mantras and
peace, comes the bifid tongue.
Half truth and half lie.
Satish Verma, 22 may 2024
Playing Chess
You have lost
the innocence. Rainbow
will spread the news.
Word's power splits
the enigmas. The pain connects
the blood of limbs.
The yellow roses
grieve for the silken hold
of dying charisma.
Satish Verma, 21 may 2024
The Trial
The contradiction
of winds on the tall dome
gives luxury of fall.
You step into fire,
and walk through the flames
to test the truth.
Threadbare life
was beautiful. There was
nothing left to give.
Satish Verma, 20 may 2024
Leaves Are Changing Colors
There was no
blasphemy. Love gives
power to forgive.
Vestigial pain
was insulting. You always
feel a presence.
Beauty was intact.
You were sleeping on wings.
Bird was not ready to fly.
Satish Verma, 19 may 2024
Broken Bridges
If you come near
the moon, you will find the
collective grief.
Someone sets free
hundreds of fireflies
to begin talk with me.
The angels are
becoming boneless. Your throne
is dirty. Temple sobs.
Satish Verma, 18 may 2024
Misty Memories
Grey air. I will come to myself, igniting
the fire. When will be ground reality known?
Standing on the cusp of pain.
It was not a legitimised, valorused decision.
When you will leave the things as
they are. I tossed the new born thoughts.
Great walls were crumbling
unfolding the ugly ephemeral cults.
Who gnaws my poems? Don't search
my unuttered words for your maturation.
Satish Verma, 17 may 2024
In Temperature
You were my mistake, O god
The road doesn't open now.
My hands cannot reach
to catch the salvo of anonymity
The pain differs from the flesh
Untouched, unbroken and stubborn.
You smell like jasmine.
The blood enfolds the injuries.
An ambush takes a violent turn.
You know who commands the wishes.
Satish Verma, 16 may 2024
O Trinity
What did you hurl?
Tell me all the lies. Pain―
and truth stand on stage.
Predawn jasmines,
open their eyes to
salute the sun.
A ligature bruise
on the body of moon speaks
of brutal assault.
Satish Verma, 15 may 2024
Studying Life
What blurs from tear
to tear, bone to bone? What was the
real ? Peace will never come.
If you are virtual, I
will become a truth. The horizon
plants the moons one by one.
We are crazy. Running
again after the triangle, clefted by
the voices of sharp knives.
Satish Verma, 14 may 2024
Nonetheless
You have to die
to live again for bloodline.
See how the wind blows.
The black roses go
in flames. I change myself
to understand you.
There was no niche
in your wall to place my
deity to mirror me.
Satish Verma, 13 may 2024
I Write With Red Ink
A cat crosses a bridge
alone. Moon looks down to find
the river. Ducks were holding the boat.
Who wants to return to
equity or brutality? Fear and
uncertainty cast the future.
Sand waves bring reprisal.
Divides the hearts. Your paradigm invites
perjury. I am going to ignite the flames.
Satish Verma, 11 may 2024
Everything Is Black
I feel the deja vu.
The mysterious cascades
give the amnesty to thorns
Were you ready to ambush the
bete-noire? We don’t know how to
celebrate the colossus Himalaya .
The god doesn't want
to inhale the ether and kill the
bushmaster. Venom turns milk.
Satish Verma, 10 may 2024
Tangerines Sing
You will say what you
did not want to say, about
golden ring of coins.
Glittering colors
hurt the blue eyes in sun.
Pain of earth cries.
Will you sing an
anthem for the departing
soul of unmasked angel?
Satish Verma, 8 may 2024
Touching Everywhere
Hiding your thoughts
you communicate. Lips don't
move. Silence speaks.
Unhinged, wither
autocracy. Why you were
unbreakable?
The panic of the
neutral sex, delivers the
body of message.
Satish Verma, 6 may 2024
Taking Revenge
Your layers are
thick. You will invite the
stains of fallen stars.
Why you want to sell
a fake idea, wrapped
in tears of sunken eyes?
A moon wants to cry
at harvest time Come September,
we collect the bowls.
Satish Verma, 5 may 2024
Poetic Justice
Exiled. Walking on rope.
Priceless life. Pain unyielding.I
never expected to flee water.
Why do men personalize?
The moon is divided by the tall trees.
Memory collects the leaves.
A stunning rise, You
are building yourself brick by brick.
The perseids will come verbatim.
Satish Verma, 4 may 2024
Suffering Was Right
Dividing the sand
hill you urge the moon to undress.
The partition of serenity will decide love.
The agony turns with
moonlight. Coming to simplicity
it has made worse of pierced feet.
Expansionism tries
to crumble the architect of gothic
politics. Invisible fate was calling again.
Satish Verma, 3 may 2024
I Was Lost
When will you go
in dark to explore the yawning
abyss of man's heart?
To rub the flesh and
bones to unmake god's will?
You truly want answer?
You don't want miracles.
Had you not covered my wounds
in blind oceans?
Satish Verma, 1 may 2024
Dogmatically
A mysterious nudge
wakes an idea in you.
Can you think differently?
See through your
mind, by virtue of birth
and death of past.
Don't you cover
your face with wrinkles.
Sun will never die.
Satish Verma, 30 april 2024
Justice Pure
Inquiring myself
to understand the goddess
of visitations.
This world was not
my choice. Space was shrinking,
and time expanding.
I walk in the crowd
to be lynched on the name
of forgotten god.
Satish Verma, 29 april 2024
Amnesia
You were not sin.
Pain interrupted to trigger
an ancient love.
Marigolds were in
bloom. Copper― brown. Your body
does not belong to you.
Paper dreams fly
to catch the moon in dark.
Time to burn wings.
Satish Verma, 28 april 2024
Compromised
Dying red leaves were
ready for a blitzkrieg. The spectre
of blood river returns suddenly.
The consistent failure
brings the dewy tears. Tell me--was it
writing on the threadbare body of pain.
Ah a dust song comes
from a comet's tail. A thunderstorm
has a hole. It is the eye of the grim reaper.
Satish Verma, 27 april 2024
By Kisses
You can see whole
world in my mouth. I start
knitting a blood scarf.
To raise gender,
thebeestings will play a role.
The skin prints history.
You become your
own teacher to read the hymns
engraved on leaves.
Satish Verma, 26 april 2024
The Entity
I take a lesson
from you O god, before
I write the end.
Who will rise from
the dust of the ruins after
the volcanic blast?
A celebration was
stalled when you had landed
on the dark moon.
Satish Verma, 25 april 2024
Quartz
Light digs up the hope.
You appear like pure flint.
Sorrow will tell truth.
Weep weep my sun.
Black hole will swallow you.
No need to drink hemlock.
The blank paper has
hidden markings. God wants
to become mortal.
Satish Verma, 24 april 2024
The End Starts
The answers look
at questions, like sparrows
did not find home.
Where wouldgo, the
butterfly poems, to color
the barren thoughts?
You glide like river
of blood in the eyes of
wounded moon.
Adam Pietras (Barry Kant), 23 april 2024
Three poems
---Living inside a Master-Piece
Nothing to say living inside a Master-Piece.
As I've been younger - I searched for existential police.
All is left to overlook and to smile
Some challenge zen for a while.
Angelic women believe in something - that's so far from my mind
Although I've become an indifferent kind.
For me? Precisely everything - can be so very nice
As I get my whiskey with ice.
I don't mean there is something too bad
It just looks as I am - of rather ironic clad.
---Regret
There is a little bit of hate in my wound.
Nobody knows how those muddy things
Come inside;
A spark from far away dives into the World
Though it's hard to love one's own dirt.
---With no Craft
Empty sadness as I laid
Though someone - needed me to stay;
And I used to comtemplate this subject:
With no Craft - I found myself an object.
So deeply pleased - as the Other enjoyed my fruits
So I stood up and worn my boots -
Let's take a mile or seven
Follow me - we'll go to Heaven...
Satish Verma, 22 april 2024
Echoes Travel
Can you foretell of the
death-like the hound― after
the loss of game?
Past my last poems I
will meet you one day
to settle the debts.
I was incomplete
in my wholeness. I will dissect
the words for bleeds.
sam53, 21 april 2024
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Satish Verma, 21 april 2024
Picking Relics
You didn't want to
age, rediscovering,
pain of birth, to live.
To remain atheist
was better than many gods. You
belong to yourself.
Juxtaposed with
blank walls, a bohemian
draws image of sin.
Satish Verma, 20 april 2024
To Dying Muse
I tried to sleep
under the sun at night. From moon
to moon summoning the pains.
Someone wants to cut
the clouds. I was indebted to darkness.
Blue light comes to kiss me.
The witch-hazel wails.
Let the blood flow from the eyes
of crying earth. Do you listen?
Satish Verma, 19 april 2024
The Voyager
A forgotten truth
lands softly on the wet grass.
I had lost the words.
The moon was cut on
table to taste the honey of
towering love.
The hidden face
in womb of the earth smiles
in darkness of pain.
Satish Verma, 18 april 2024
Itinerant
I would be thinking
of you in dangerous journey.
Who was redeemer?
When tree eats
its own roots, I become
sad. What role I play?
Thoughts tremble.
I cannot stop you burning.
I weep with my God.
Satish Verma, 17 april 2024
Between Done And Undone
Did you open it,
the red rose? Was it a sacrilege
to give an erotic response?
Golden door seldom
opens. We want eye contact
with the sun, envious of the moon.
A cut in pitch black
does not bring the light. The moon
always waits for the lover.
Satish Verma, 15 april 2024
I Remember
I had my scars.
This war will not end any day,
fighting with my brute.
Your presence I
feel in my wounds. Will not
convert meinto martyr.
Soon I will pick
up bloody path of learning,
what I am, I was.
Satish Verma, 14 april 2024
I Am You Are
Migration continues,
me to you. Conception guides
you to deep sea.
At middle― of pain
there can be mass extinction
of thoughts. You stay.
Like printing on
tablet of psyche, my genre of
immortal yearning.
Satish Verma, 13 april 2024
Greek Thoughts
Season's intimacy
starts schooling you. The voice
halts the bloodshed.
From bone to bone.
Love is halved, flesh here
and there. No bargains.
Let me touch your
sprinkling glass, before you move
a step to sip hemlock.
Satish Verma, 12 april 2024
Unseeing You
In its entirety your
life was a truth. Then why were
you tethered to sky?
You will shut your
eyes to hide the squint
of moon in distress.
How do I deliver
the pain of crying earth under
the blood clouds?
Satish Verma, 11 april 2024
The Man And God
Sometimes it
was better, not to know the
intrigues of temples.
Nude bodies on
ancient walls beseech all day
for liberation.
A love story will
always fascinate you, with
a gender healing.
Satish Verma, 10 april 2024
Savagery
Sitting at seeding
time, tasting elixir of death
before you were born.
Can you tell me, how
much I had lived with you
without tragedies?
Blackout filters
the light to come to eyes.
I don't want to see end.
Satish Verma, 8 april 2024
Waiting For Flames
The kindness drips,
when you stop writing about
yourself in sun.
The war continues
between dust and stars under
the gaze of Agni.
Part by part you
are throwing your flesh
to red eagles.
Satish Verma, 7 april 2024
Deep Voices
In my smallness
I think tall. Nymphs want to
become ageless.
Black earth moves
the moon― Spirits were
saddened. Mayflies.
Would die in one
day. The wholeness has a
purpose to kill.
Satish Verma, 5 april 2024
Jumping The Wall
Walking in sleep
you tiptoed as if gliding
on the cold water.
The forest weeps.
Burning and billowing
for the deathless mind.
No slogans. I will
wear the hijab of moon
to meet my lover.
Satish Verma, 4 april 2024
Beside The Truth
You are in
anaphylaxis. A prayer
on the blue lips.
The weightless time
knows the secret of past
and future game.
The incisors of
ancient skull of Lucy
had remained intact.
Satish Verma, 3 april 2024
Bifurcation
I dream to you.
You were moving like a space
rock ready to collide.
Everyone reaches
to one's own end any day.
What would you carry?
You may need to
sedate yourself. It is a
long pain to live.
Satish Verma, 2 april 2024
In Deep Dark
The troubled mind
seeks boundless words
for eccentricity.
You grab the hidden
kiss. Give me the smile
of a mooned heart.
At dusk you will talk
with eyes, trembling hands
igniting dry tips.
steve, 31 march 2024
"If Or When"
Do you know how hard it is.. to lay down next to you...
To know that I can't touch you.. you don't want me too,
Do you know how much it breaks my heart.. to look into your eye's...
After all the years that we've been friends.. you still make me cry,
Do you know that I can hardly breath.. when I get too close to you...
And your the one who has control.. of what I say or do,
Do you know how much I need to feel, the heat beneath your skin...
Never knowing the time or place, or even "if or when",
For I have no control, and to need you more than air...
To risk my heart and soul, when I'm not sure you even care,
Should I say goodbye and walk away, or should I hang on still...
Knowing you may never care, and that I always will.
Satish Verma, 29 march 2024
Humanized Pain
You teach me to
cry for the lost future after
yestergain offered
In a sacrifice
ritual. Blue lines are
appearing on my hands.
The child was walking
towards moon at apogee
but light was very dim.
Satish Verma, 28 march 2024
It Is Getting Dark
Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon
felled off at guillotine.
Let go. I am afraid
of myself. It is no time to
commensurate with love.
What was unsaid, will
speak eyes on their own. Give back
my basket of roses.
Satish Verma, 27 march 2024
Wearing The Crown Of Thorns
A crowd of clones
was picking up sleeveless
shirts from potter's field.
Strangely nobody knows,
who were you after the
last laugh of the destiny.
The passion takes
you towards burning ghat, where
ultimate truth was hanged.
Satish Verma, 26 march 2024
Good Bye
Sometime I want
to say to myself, why don't
you walk the ramp―
of burning Amazon.
The naveus was becoming
darker on moon.
You partition
the souls and then begin
climbing the rising sun.
Satish Verma, 25 march 2024
Unstable
Like ghost particles
we came near each other
to generate sparks.
You would not read
what you had written on
my pulsating forehead.
I will wait for you
in timeless space for
your surrender on pyre.
Satish Verma, 24 march 2024
You Deceive Yourself
Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that
was going to throw the moon.
The oleander wears
the roses without thorns. But you
cannot keep the facts without blood.
Would you tell the truth?
What I think gets printed on your
face. The beginning resembles the end.
Satish Verma, 23 march 2024
Not To Annihilate
I dig your secret
life, under wraps of clouds
amid sun and moon.
A chance to learn
the mystical Pythagorean
shift of love's angle.
Crypticarithmetic
peels of the pain from space
and time of body.
Satish Verma, 21 march 2024
Virgin Defeat
A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was
live to offer apology.
We are fond of
picking the rocks, falling from
sky of unknown god.
The distance increases
when you give a call in
valley of loud echoes.
Satish Verma, 19 march 2024
The Pain Was Not You
Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you
to beautiful soliloquy.
Truth decays when
it is not part of divine voice.
I will swim in your eyes.
The godly hands one day will
succeed to revive the
meaning of your life.
Satish Verma, 18 march 2024
Art In Dying
Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready
to set on spires.
Watching a pome
to fall from wisdom tree
to color your smile.
Goddess surrenders.
Eve commits suicide.
Adam quits home.
Satish Verma, 17 march 2024
I Will Survive
The contours of
jutting bones refuse to
move. Poverty repeats.
Questions. Untouched
remains human behavior
of caged parrots.
Would you spare
some time to read lines
on the face of Sun?
Satish Verma, 16 march 2024
Nameless Agony
O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you
bleed the colors?
Calm down. Virginity
is out for lisping. Impaled,
the spirit ― starts dying.
Don't sell the body
of the poem. Can you ask
the songbird to stop?
Satish Verma, 15 march 2024
Flagellation
Would you remain
you, after the time lapse?
There was no terror.
I could not change
you. Death to me. Scarred
in your courtyard.
Moon shot failed.
Petals of blood rose fly. I
hear some footfalls.
Satish Verma, 14 march 2024
Repeat Sins
The mission to
know myself failed.
Accepted the gift of nemesis
I will still breathe.
Every end comes slowly.
Distance makes it easy.
A gorgeous moment helps
in darkest phase.
Myth of invincibility
cracks, in the dawn
of miracles. The vibes take
over the song of shadows.
The trial begins.
You have to prove the depth
of kissing of stings.
Every word was not true.
Satish Verma, 12 march 2024
Pencil Eyes
Things go beyond your
vision. I transcend gods,
punished by crowds.
Writing history.
I want to disagree
with the story of
headless accession.
The valley has
bloomed indigo. Red
stars in grey sky
start wailing.
When earth moves
in dark. Sun brightens
the saddened face
of kismet.
Satish Verma, 11 march 2024
Clear As Water
A poet's eye
sails from room to room.
Do you know which wall
opened to devour my love?
I had wished to see
the femineity of moon risen.
It had burned my
lips like cinders.
In very dark time
big China roses were waiting
to honour the anonymous
author of gravity.
I don't hear your
voice in cloudburst.
Fragile poems will cry―
if you don't open the fist.
Satish Verma, 10 march 2024
Getting Solace
Pain indigo of
half-moon, will travel
from head to toes.
You cannot carry
your own weight on rocks
of life without tears
Of mortification.
Perhaps one day you slip
the crude slaying.
Satish Verma, 9 march 2024
Knowing Myself
I promise
I will not write your
name, on black wall
of brutal moon.
Your footprints
after walking on―
burning coals
still smell of cologne.
Your presence
sits in my poems. Do
we become human after
separation?
Don't hurl the questions.
There are no burning answers
in my hand. The truth was
dying between the words.
Satish Verma, 8 march 2024
When You Had Left
I could not mediate.
God died in my home. Osho
was talking brazenly?
What you are, I
ask myself. The sleeping
moon knows my falls.
Who unmade the
beautiful dream of a
stricken angel's rise?
Satish Verma, 6 march 2024
Past Actions
Blue planet
remains sad. Nowadays
moon rises late.
A perpetual messenger,
grey sky, writes an
accidental poem.
I read the saddened
moon's face to condole
the river, for the loss
of its unique lover.
Let me watch the
return of the assassin
after ejecting the venom.
I will ride over
my demons now. Nothing
was left to remember.
Satish Verma, 5 march 2024
Another Harbinger
Something was sinister
in beautiful night.
The sharks come stealthily
in your eyes.
The apparition has
no vision. It springs
surprises. The angels put
on the masks.
You look like a
mannequin rolling the
eyes. Small battles start
between the aspirants.
I feel very lonely,
Words would suggest, but
not explain. I was
afraid of losing the truth.
Satish Verma, 3 march 2024
Black Masks
I am hurt, when I
don't know― whom I was
talking to in dark.
A lazy moon smiles.
I will do it again.
The murder of boby thoughts.
Measure the real time.
The sulphur smells.
Someone was done for life.
How much will you need
for the blood of raccoon.
It promises not to wash
its prey in water.
My prayer will
save the golden peacock.
God sleeps for eternity.
Satish Verma, 2 march 2024
Missing Words
If you must go
empty-handed, the sacred
hymn will always follow you.
Poems had
entered into you. Enough,
you said. You were overwhelmed.
I will wear the cloak―
you had left behind to,
read your beautiful, mind.
Will not give up to find
out your lost footprints. Criminality
on its own would be erased.
Pain was universal.
Coming and going will continue.
Curtains will not come down.
Satish Verma, 1 march 2024
Falling Man
I take the big
space. Coming of age was
visible. Can you
bend the time?
An ant runs on
the mirror to land on the
moon. There was the cabal
to defame beautiful.
Violence, who will
control the uncontrollable.
We stand in mudslide
to reach mountain.
Steering blind, do
you know how to die
in moonlight, when god's conspiracy
of silence is uncovered.
Satish Verma, 29 february 2024
I Ask Nothing
When a poem writes
you, I smell the
crimsoned moon.
Were you a possessed
angel, printing
desire on my palms?
Smeared on forehead,
the ash had left
the scars of kissed end.
You turn me on,
for a smile, before the honey
traces the question mark on lips.
There was no miracle
to retrieve the third eye
from the hidden love.
Satish Verma, 27 february 2024
No One Survives
Out of nowhere,
a miracle takes place.
Silence starts speaking.
Years roll by to―
engage the asteroid
not to strike tiger.
Reason has failed.
The black hole of human
mind sucks all the truths.
Satish Verma, 26 february 2024
Going Into Space
Why do I think
different, gripping senses
to catch the god.
Rugged hands have
soft lines to reach truth
by pursuing blood.
The honesty suffers
when you go the other
side of moon to lie.
Satish Verma, 25 february 2024
The Essence
I would be time.
You were the space. It
happens in scars.
Back and forth, I will
touch your absolute truth.
Bruises weep.
All the comings
and goings were vague.
Who will stand the ground?
Latest comments:
1 july 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
ja miałem na myśli to samo, dobry, przyzwoity,
1 july 2025
ja uwielbiam kąpiele, woda jest żywiołem życia
30 june 2025
violetta
Moja siostra jest teraz na Korfu :) piękny wiersz:)
30 june 2025
Niezmiernie cieszę się:)
30 june 2025
Tak i są przeróżne:)
30 june 2025
ajw
Uwielbiam tę ulotność chwili..
29 june 2025
Jaga
Strach na postrach, a dlaczego?/ wróbel na pszenicy
29 june 2025
sam53
na jednym drzewie bardzo słodkie, a te późniejsze
29 june 2025
Podziękowanie to mało, ale dziękuję :)))
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Wokół kręgu :)
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Słoneczniki już kwitną :)
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A czereśnie wyjątkowo słodkie tego lata.
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