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Satish Verma, 19 listopada 2024
Metaphysics Of Shrine
It was heart-wrenching
when you wanted to leave this earth,
by royal grave or by burning ghat.
Did you ever come
out from yourself, to find the
meaning of life versus death?
Mathematics of love
was a dark matter. The loneliness of
success had made you a purdue.
Satish Verma, 17 listopada 2024
Too Prudent
Wisdom reinvents.
You were burning yourself.
Just my way don't go.
It is the power game
you never played. You may
be sold out in fish market.
Life demands a pound
of flesh. You walk on cinders
to reach the desert to find gold.
Satish Verma, 16 listopada 2024
Collective Loss
In grey zone of life
I find you under bodhi tree
searching footprints of Buddha.
In war we take off
our shirts chasing the pain of
poverty. Do you doubt yourself?
In grief I was learning
from you. How to paralyze yourself
in voices of fake slogans.
Satish Verma, 15 listopada 2024
In Your Own Temple
Between direct and
indirect lies futurism. How
to take on the inevitable?
Will you leave my
hand? I asked the scented wind.
In sanctuary god takes turn.
You speak via eyes,
how to live in sanctum sanctorum
without dying?
Satish Verma, 11 listopada 2024
I Don't Know
It was most beautiful
your broken heart
in the grip of twilight.
Who speaks the truth
after gaining the heaven a
double edged sword cracks.
I cannot decide
who wins and who lost
in the war of words.
Satish Verma, 10 listopada 2024
In My Painting
You pry out my eyes,
when I look at your hands,
which were rough and cracked.
Were you digging
your future? Pomegranates
always left red scars.
Don't ask the god
who was helpless, sitting
on sun to cool you.
Satish Verma, 9 listopada 2024
To End The Poem
When you walk
on moon in February, I take-down
the clouds to become wet.
Your memory lingers.
I gather the monarchs to
play with my past.
I am not sure, when
the dark moves on to give space
to imprisoned pain.
Satish Verma, 8 listopada 2024
Never Found You
I do not know
when to stop my steep ascent
after a random fall.
My dreams prick
me. Time to hang my boots.
Enough was enough.
But the tears won't
dry on the cheeks of love.
I start my last journey.
Satish Verma, 7 listopada 2024
Defaulter
After the long wait
I forgot how to kiss the flames.
All the moons failed.
The world would
freeze, when I burned and
the phoenix did not dive.
Listen, I love you
within me. O god to feel your pulse
when I decided to kill me.
Satish Verma, 6 listopada 2024
Virginity
In half-moon
you have been crying inside,
where the light has gone?
I learn from you
small things like kissing
the blood of the thumb―
When the arrow was
shot towards the tiny eye
of a dead snake.
Satish Verma, 5 listopada 2024
Freedom From Pain
Again my heart
breaks. The light has dimmed
in moon. There was no mandate.
A knock at death's
door. I had slept in your arms.
Slept in your songs.
Don't remain mum.
It hurts the ethos. Mortal
injury comes to poetics.
Satish Verma, 4 listopada 2024
Pure As Gold
You had tightened
the grip. I hit a rough patch.
All night you remained in my thoughts.
I will not bid you
good night, because you will
not leave me.
I refuse to go, you
refuse to come. When will we
meet to undo the sins?
Satish Verma, 3 listopada 2024
You Were Not Like Me
My maiden guilt
interprets your mysterious signs
I become a moon orbiter.
Your body moves
like an eel in my eyes.
Blue lakes sleep.
Let the candle in wind
go.The gift was not understood.
Pink flames rage again.
Satish Verma, 2 listopada 2024
This Violence
Your coins don't
make noises. Absolutely
shocking in damp air.
Love in pieces. My
skin burns, without flames
when you kiss the thorns.
Worst was not enough
I want to drink hemlock
to turn my neck blue.
Satish Verma, 1 listopada 2024
Don't Sell You Thoughts
You have taken back
what you had given to me.
I offer my sleep to your eyes.
Shared pain was tangled.
Love takes the defeat.The temple
is demolished under moon.
A chandelier crashes
with piercing noise.Pink glow
vanishes from the cheeks of sun.
Satish Verma, 31 października 2024
Vision In Dark
Give me some love
plants, like viola and ferns.
Don't bend the fish, let her go.
Is it not like mountain
sickness? I cannot climb the steep
rise to see the burning world?
Let us celebrate the
golden month April.We may not live
next day to smellmoon flowers.
Satish Verma, 30 października 2024
We Were Too Proud
The animal wakes
in you, when moon cries.
I bend to lift the sun.
Blood has no Dharma.
I sit as an amber fossil.The
ripple in dust will not take it.
I am worrird about you.
The mating between words
gets ready to fight stigma.
Satish Verma, 29 października 2024
Into Depression
When your suffering
drops by, something dies in me.
A cluster of stings-
Brings the anaphylactic
shock.I look at the faces to find
out, how many times god cries.
Don't write me on
your lips like an ephemeral
smoke rising frome the castle.
Satish Verma, 28 października 2024
In Honeymoon
Something was wrong.
I cannot catch your sleeve
after timeless fight.
Standing under the
pine, you wait for the cloud
birth in water.
The sun begins to shut
the eyes. Will die red before the
moon rises.
Satish Verma, 27 października 2024
In Twilight
A dream without
a dreamer wants to reach
birth pain.
Where would you
go in dark to taste the
secret right to burn?
A corona of scented
thorns on your head attracts
the queen bees.
Satish Verma, 26 października 2024
I Am Not Changing Myself
Holed up
in my book
I find peace.
Riding moon, you don't
reach the other world.
Voiceless in
grief the words don't land
on paper.
The salamander
slips back in black hole
to taste old blood.
The holy place
ignites.
Satish Verma, 25 października 2024
Washing Relics
Stay with me to
see the blitzkrieg of comets
with long tails to shame moon.
I walk into the
trap laid by clever goons of thorn.
The tulips remain quiet.
The sharp tongues
throw the sinkers in sea.
There was no boat in sight.
Satish Verma, 21 października 2024
Who Was Yogi?
I cannot pretend
you are far away like stars
when your songs hug me.
Grass green my poems
wait for the dew drops like
tears of the moon.
My warrior sleeps
in snow, till my love like
sun, wakes you up.
Satish Verma, 20 października 2024
Street Weighs Steps
My moon crashed
on the terrace tonight. I want
to say good night queen!
Collecting the ash
from the forehead of sun I
ask the cobra to strike.
Where will you find
hemlock? It slowly ascends
the limbs. Like my dream.
Satish Verma, 19 października 2024
A Living Death
I may be saying
goodbye under the stars dust.
At distance moon burned.
I was not familiar
with the shadow of eyes, that
moves faster then vision.
The morning sun
uncovers the pain of sky. How
far was the lotus in lake?
Satish Verma, 18 października 2024
Repeat History
That used to cover me.
My poetics. Now stars drag
the space and time.
This was a poet's dream.
It will wash away the wounds
of my past one day.
Why didn't you give
me a kiss a day, when I had
burned my pale hands?
Satish Verma, 17 października 2024
Too Proud To Bend
My bruised words
explode. I don't find any
meaning in life.
Why you meet a cobra
and shut your eyes? Time? Will
not wait for the birth of sun?
Darkness breeds thoughts
I break you first then remake
you in twilight to welcome moon.
Satish Verma, 15 października 2024
Rereading History
A drop of ocean
in your eyes goes pink.
A beautiful sunset.
If ever I lose you
I will never believe in
blue darkness of lips.
Tell me who was the
killer when I said I love you
to the end of earth.
Satish Verma, 13 października 2024
Pain Of Pain
Between love and hate
how do I meet you, when you
reject the kiss of flame?
This was invisible
love, before sunrise. Dream gazer
goes green in dark.
Hawthorn waits today
of another god's son. Do you
believe in bloodless murder?
Satish Verma, 12 października 2024
Thou Shall Not Cry
Moon disrobed today
to show the wounds. Why
were you bending a lot?
There was tremendous
bone loss. You would not jump
the pain. You touch my arm.
Then bare chest sweats.
You have to dig the answers
from the buried questions.
Satish Verma, 11 października 2024
Deep Fears
Drop your haves and
have-nots. When you lose things
you are at peace.
From time immemorial.
I was hunting the moon
and you slept.
You never woke, my
god limbless you didn't
move, when earth was dying.
Satish Verma, 10 października 2024
In Coexistence
It never happened before.
You burned me by sending blue
light from your sepia eyes.
In night the goddess walks
out of the painting. The new moon
turns around to kiss me.
Are you real or
humanoid? I unwrap my pain
and set you free from tears.
Satish Verma, 9 października 2024
Understanding Me
Avoiding haters
I kept quiet to exit from
quicksand of terminology.
Where do we meet
at horizon? I wanted to
say hello to bright moon.
Life betrays. I stumble.
Look at far distance. A supernova
was going to explode.
Satish Verma, 8 października 2024
O God
You were so afraid
of yourself, that you refuse
to cry without me.
When you were to cross
the path of moon, all the stars
trembled in dark night.
It was on, the ventilator
to revive a dead poem, before
I was born to die in your hands.
Satish Verma, 7 października 2024
The Penultimate
Finding my path in
twilight to reach your abode,
where light lives.
If you are an answer
Iam the big question. You tell
me everything without talking.
Your body smells of
smoke. You were trying to bake
you love on the flames.
Satish Verma, 5 października 2024
In God's Shadow
Searching a lost soul
I found you, and stripped
off the old moon from―
the forehead of Himalaya.
You wanted to manipulate the sun.
I will not stop star-gazing.
Do you know there
were no absolutes in life.
Will you brace the uncertainties?
Satish Verma, 4 października 2024
January Cool
Like corona a name
sits on your lips and the
moon starts dancing with you.
You stand there
before the mirror, eyes shut
flying to catch the rainbow.
Inaudible a prayer
zooms in. A hymn of moonlight
washes your hands to write grace.
Satish Verma, 3 października 2024
Sending My Hymns
Make my path,
my dust. I want to leave
my bloody footprints.
Half-moonblind I
was collecting the tears of moon.
Dewdrops hang from my eyes.
Now where we go to
get our wounds healed up?
God was always sleeping?
Satish Verma, 2 października 2024
Sending My Hymns
Make my path,
my dust. I want to leave
my bloody footprints.
Half-moonblind I
was collecting the tears of moon.
Dewdrops hang from my eyes.
Now where we go to
get our wounds healed up?
God was always sleeping?
Satish Verma, 1 października 2024
I Knelt In Flames
Going away from me,
I will not stay at milestones.
Road accepts the defeat.
Who was orbiting the
lake to find out the buried
Noah's Ark?
History repeats itself.
God becomes a stranger
weeps for the stolen heart.
Satish Verma, 30 września 2024
Hyperaesthesia
Growing moon seeds
on palms? Where was moon?
A single thought shakes us both.
Who was under
surveillance? You generate your
own rains to wash the stains.
Who you love in dark
when stars sleep and night
birds come out for singing.
Satish Verma, 27 września 2024
After Separations
I had asked you to leave
some stings for me. It helps
to bleed onpapers.
Some artifacts like my ring
is in your box to remember
me after crucifixion.
I didn't take my last
super. I will kiss your hand
before I drink hemlock.
Satish Verma, 26 września 2024
Incomplete Thoughts
You become a beauty
after abdication. The bell rings
without coronation.
Every shared pain
was tender. Each word
flies me to you.
You were afraid of
yourself in water. Sun wants
to be adored when I scream.
Satish Verma, 25 września 2024
To Tell The Truth
I borrow some words
from song birds and roses to
brighten my path. The timeless
pain always follows me.
Tell me how to live
in the troubled time.
I think what others don't
think. There was no ending.
The knowledge dips
I cannot read your message.
Cannot hear your echoes
from the valley of tears.
Where god lives when
it is dark? No excuses.
A light comes out from
the eyes. Plato thinks not.
Satish Verma, 24 września 2024
Bizarre Phenomenon
After race arousal
there was animal descent.
The gold diggers climb fairytale.
The controlled blast
avenges on the street. Belonging
drops the veil. We are topless.
Mode of violence
changes. Thrust was diplomatic.
Everyone shuts the mouth.
Satish Verma, 23 września 2024
Scoliosis
I summon the questions.
You will not reply. The words
dance on black glaciers.
You stay out, hounding
the quietude. Earth is on
quit call. I step back.
I am not in line
of succession. I forgo
the title of blood poem.
Satish Verma, 21 września 2024
Noises Of Stampede
The pink moon will
stay up to gray dawn. I will
meet you in prayers.
You just slept in
my arms to decipher
the dreams of unknown.
Violence creeps into
my eyes when crazy sun
starts beating the clouds.
Satish Verma, 20 września 2024
Laws Of Chemistry
You make history.
Don't move, like the stasis of
sea anemone.
Try to engrave
my signature on your chest, and
move beyond the darkness.
The persona hits
the wall. you cannot climb. Wipe
off the dream, go to moon.
Satish Verma, 16 września 2024
Love To Violence
I don't feel body
I don't feel pain. You play
with me O god!
From the flesh
I remove the pleasure.
A blood wolf moon laughs.
The fringe surrender was
in beheading yourself in dark.
I rise like the Venus.
Satish Verma, 13 września 2024
Prayer Starts
You speak louder
in dark, unhinged, unchained
to become perfect.
I will not change
myself. Let the river flow.
I will have no banks.
The smoke rises
from the windows of ruined dreams.
Your footprints become relic.
Satish Verma, 11 września 2024
After The Body
Time has no time.
I cannot find myself in skyless
story of many stops.
A bohemian wants
to become Buddha without
sitting under the Bo tree.
You were touched
untouching me, when I
adored the water of deep.
Satish Verma, 10 września 2024
Your Thoughts Live Around Me
Your painted toes
disturbed my sound sleep.
Your scented hands tremble.
The gods would
punish me, if I don't wipe
off your burning tears.
You stole my death
and put her in chains.
The unburied truth smiles.
Satish Verma, 9 września 2024
My Blood, My Bones
Mind remains occupied
after repeat proxy.
Wanted to kiss the thorns of life
You steal a sentence
to travel back to celebrate
the other side of moon.
Will be the same
goddess will remain in the
asylum of my love?
Satish Verma, 8 września 2024
Moon Slept In My Arms
The shadow love
behaves like cannabis.
I laugh with you.
Go to war. I say
to myself. You prepared
nothing for yourself.
Why did you want
to wash the golden ring
with your tears?
Satish Verma, 6 września 2024
In Cross-Hairs
You look different
when you receive a huge
amount of love under crescent moon.
The baby kiss stops the
air amidst the leaves of roses
under black and blue sky.
Listen to darkness when
sun dips in crimson fog and
beautiful words disappear.
Satish Verma, 5 września 2024
Out Of Honey
You know when moon
kissed the sun, planet melted
and war of tears started.
Ah! the white scented
jasmines entwined to squeeze
the elixir of etherian love.
The untouched embrace,
was pure like ice of Himalayas
peak in golden light.
Satish Verma, 4 września 2024
Ocean Sinks
Locating a lonely
star, you burn the space and
lay roses on its path.
All night the light
was blinking I would not sleep to catch
your tricks that go to get me.
Like fawn's big eyes
you look through me to know
the secrets of deep pain.
Satish Verma, 3 września 2024
Looking At Past
The cave man writes
his fate on your palm, but
you were unmoved.
Ah! The love multiplies.
Will freedom come one day
to embrace the comet?
Every thought goes to you
I ask myself, how long I remain
occupied with snow and fall.
Satish Verma, 2 września 2024
Not Heart Broken
I break the silence
to bid farewel to my past
and future. You scream.
Dry leaves are being
crushed. The tall tree goes into
meditation to talk to his soul.
The hopes tremble.
Roots smile. The sap rises to
the wrinkled buds. Let spring come.
Satish Verma, 1 września 2024
A Patriarch Maps
A face hides red eyes
behind you casts a shadow.
Can you plant a kiss?
On the dry lips of the moon?
A single bird was playing with
fire to jump in flames.
My hands are singed.
I was trying to collect the
melting wax of your eyes.
Satish Verma, 31 sierpnia 2024
By Sparks Stay Young
In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason,
I am trying to define life.
A bodyless thought
gives birth to misconceptions
I count your fingers daily.
Why did you show
me your hand wearing a
mash to hide the kill.
Satish Verma, 30 sierpnia 2024
Inheriting The Dust
You tell me, why did you
hold my hand to climb
the purple hill of flames.
On your lips, I had
planted the kiss, not to burn
the shroud of the goddess.
Why life was so cruel
that whenever I lighted the
candle, hurricane reached.
Satish Verma, 29 sierpnia 2024
Death In Peace
When moon tries to
cover the sin, who was fallible
in the ring of fire?
The centuries ask, whence
we failed ourselves, when
god was watching.
Who created the
memory of stone,
infallible from the mount of truth.
Satish Verma, 28 sierpnia 2024
In Dragnet
The night at noon.
Will you come to light the lamp?
I am trying to write me out.
The surrealism bashing
continues. I am searching your
trapped face in dirty water.
Why are you sad
after knowing what was
unknown to all the stars?
Satish Verma, 26 sierpnia 2024
My Craft Trembles
Why the sky cries
red for the clouds? Sun has
not come to burn me.
I never got enough
from you. The pain comes
between truths of life.
The anniversary comes
and goes I stand at beach
to see my ship wreck.
Satish Verma, 25 sierpnia 2024
The Adored Angel
Night descends in your
eyes. Planet wants to enter the
footfalls of moon.
You drink my song
from lipless heart. What was
the range of bullet?
An altered ego writes
again the history of Buddha,
who was still unknown.
Satish Verma, 24 sierpnia 2024
Untold Story
Unpoisoned you,
the day sun died. Who
will rise now from dust?
What will happen,
if I remained uncollected
by you. Lips will not move.
It was a majentic
call. You manipulate the moon
to become my lover.
Satish Verma, 23 sierpnia 2024
In Blue Darkness
Between you and me
stands a winter solstice.
Light the candle, it is very dark.
Let the maniacal thought
remain pregnant with surrealism.
I will go north, you south.
The curves again rule.
The temple trembles. We go
our own ways to meet god.
Satish Verma, 22 sierpnia 2024
Will You Know?
The dead man speaks.
What was the truth? Partly
guilty I will show my birthmark.
Moon always left
the memories in snow, when
I was talking to sun.
You were not born
in a day. It took centuries.
Give me time and space.
Satish Verma, 21 sierpnia 2024
Inventory Of Pain
Lying on bed of
thorns, you revoke the curse
of moon to remain amputee.
This was signature
therapy to become secular.
You rub the side of flame.
My dissent was
natural. Cannot speak any lie.
Will listen to my ethos.
Satish Verma, 20 sierpnia 2024
Till Every Song
Always waiting of
your footfalls to spend
the rest of life.
If I must go,
will you say goodbye to a
lone tree sawaying in fire?
The romance of
river was unique. It always
gallops to meet a planet.
Till you speak, can
I kiss you, so that nightingale
sings sweetly.
Your deep and dark,
eyes always send the
boatsto find harbor.
Satish Verma, 18 sierpnia 2024
Felling A Tree
It was the intense
pain, when you turned suddenly
to watch the queen's dilemma.
Seldom you go for
apartheid. What was the space
between the grains?
Roll up your sleeves
and walk out the door to meet
the snake charmer in light.
A sliver supports
the kiss of unaltered agony and
that human touch saves life.
A flock of birds
commits suicide, crashing
on the fractured faith.
Satish Verma, 15 sierpnia 2024
Love And Revenge
You shine high
when I was in dark. The
persecution still goes on.
What was love crime,
when you sleep in my arms
for eternity?
Who had angered
the flame of forest, that was
burning you without ash?
Tell me what blooms
in your chest, when at night
you look at the full moon.
I cannot assassinate
me, till you say goodbye
under the Bo tree.
Satish Verma, 14 sierpnia 2024
Anchor Buried In Clouds
A dimpled moon
crosses your path. The surred
loop empowers me.
I catch the fire
of loves echo in valley
of tears.
Don't break this
mad world for the sake of
your enemy's dream,
A tiny dot grows
into a big wound of your
lips to write a poem.
The blood-colored
pain overwhelms the eye
of hiding Sun.
Satish Verma, 11 sierpnia 2024
Walking In Twilight
Have you ever seen,
how the moon rises to tell the
story of slaying?
December was white,
I scramble to plank the blog
was to warn you.
The stillness quivers
words flow in icy air to
fix a tattoo on your arm.
You give a hearty
laugh, winning a race on
stingy thorns.
Your secret journey
begins like an odyssey to meet
your eternal pain becoming a god.
Satish Verma, 10 sierpnia 2024
Hope Dies Daily
I was extremely
hurt. Your taped lips won't kiss.
I will die hundred moons.
Can you give me
freedom from the pink rocks
of salt and snow.
I think, I should not
drop your name at the edge
of my trembling poems.
I walk in sleep
to listen to your surrender
before the bald eagle.
You were always in
hurry to shut the book
of life without reading it.
Satish Verma, 9 sierpnia 2024
Footprints On Sands
It was to happen
from known to unknown,
sibylline hands held the head.
This was my first
love to catch the tears of moon.
Honey drips. From where bees come?
After I gained you in light,
I lost you again in deep dark.
Birth of venus was rehearsed.
Why did you paint
your name on forehead to
attract the dying desire?
The poetry decides the
fate of falling star on the hey,
before you burn your port.
Satish Verma, 8 sierpnia 2024
Amaryllis Blooms
It was yesterday's
sin. The poem like a lovely
face starts a monologue.
In infinite dark
you come like a prayer,
I shiver like a temple.
Nobody wants me
to depart, under the stars
like a genetic gain.
The moon was on.
Light was dim, I was still
grieving not to touch you.
My apology for
saying goodbye. Breath to
breath I gave you my life.
Satish Verma, 7 sierpnia 2024
Analysing Myself
You will change one
day, in rattling bones, trying
to make yourself whole.
Living in heart only
for transient love. Was it possible
to become immortal in poems?
One day I will meet
you outside the moon. Where
our embraces have gone?
A street car stumbles
on rocks of broken windows.
Now I cannot see your face.
What was left in
our hands. I read daily your
lines. They cry every night.
Satish Verma, 6 sierpnia 2024
Beauty Of Truth
Sometimes I will not
tell you. You had shown me light.
Do not go in storm.
Let me unlock the
known. Knowing too much
was curse of unknown.
What you want to
say was a predicament. The
problem of non-loving hurts.
Can you exist with
my humility? I will touch
your eyes colour.
The time of sorrow and
sorrow of time are not same.
Do not break the silence.
Satish Verma, 5 sierpnia 2024
Moonwhite Heart
Let me reach the
zero point, where I didn't
want to go.
The hymn to saddened
goddess, will always belong to
sender of black roses.
I will ask a question
after seeing you. Were you
ready to receive a non-killer?
The coming of my
rival was a blue shame.
I did not touch your lips.
The sun wakes up
and the dew shines again
on your flickering lids.
Satish Verma, 3 sierpnia 2024
It Was Not Your Refusal
When you disturb
me, I feel as if you
have arrived.
You become yourself
like the serene water
of a blue lake.
Passion of a poem
has a splendid effect.
The street going nowhere cries.
Tonight I will ruffle
your hairs to hide the
moon face of a rising star.
What sparks a prayer,
when I think of losing you.
Organic tears give way.
Satish Verma, 2 sierpnia 2024
Fire Game
An ocean floods
your eyes. Flares the wound
of words. There was no friend.
Across the borders,
nameless horses run to win
the race. There were no masters.
Let it go. The time,
I forget myself and start
searching the other self.
Will you walk
with me in snow? To locate
the buried hand of the butcher?
Tonight I will
become a priest to write
on the walls of love flame.
Satish Verma, 1 sierpnia 2024
Chained Love
I sit in your prayer.
Marygolds clap.
You come and go in dark.
Buddha lies down and
thinks. Why sandalwood gives
beautiful smell without burns.
A room collects
cadavers. You search your
father in ashes.
In the domes your
voice comes back after meeting
God in distress.
Where truth lives? Have
you ever heard of him or
crossed him on the road.
Satish Verma, 31 lipca 2024
Pink Bruises
When you lit
the candle. I become stranger
to me. Time stops.
In short sojourn
the mystery deepens. Sometime
I don't understand you.
A private message
comes and goes. A wall rises
between truth and lies.
I want you, but
cannot touch the sea salt.
A ghost walks with us.
Blue marks appear.
Did you try to squeeze my arm?
Memories hurt like arrows.
Satish Verma, 30 lipca 2024
Waning Moon
Civility brings
emptiness. Where do I
fall back? Your eyes will haunt?
Ground zero. Are
you coming to surrender?
To save humanity?
Shell-shocked. Sometimes
you read your palms. What
would I write on wall?
Ingrained our
initials on the pine trunk
to stay till the cones fall?
What do you think?
We will stay together, when
hurricane strikes?
Satish Verma, 29 lipca 2024
Waning Moon
Civility brings
emptiness. Where do I
fall back? Your eyes will haunt?
Ground zero. Are
you coming to surrender?
To save humanity?
Shell-shocked. Sometimes
you read your palms. What
would I write on wall?
Ingrained our
initials on the pine trunk
to stay till the cones fall?
What do you think?
We will stay together, when
hurricane strikes?
Satish Verma, 28 lipca 2024
Sea Will Drag Me
You pretend― there
was no god. I want to
see your eyes color.
Like lovers, two stars
collide in midnight dark.
Miranda was the lead.
What was the politics
of legs. They always take
you to salt lakes.
No self-loathing,
watering, the leaves. Roses
will not shed the thorns.
My vision will
see through your mask. You
are going to jump on flame.
Satish Verma, 27 lipca 2024
There Was Ample Pain
A judge sits on
stone to dismantle the
sky made of hollow men.
Knower becomes unknower.
Lies will not win. Truth
was calling.
Your eagerness was
supreme. Cults are masters
of opportunities.
Contradictions will
stay. I will follow no one.
The message will reach.
Nobility was gang raped.
Road of the day was lost.
You float in thoughts.
Satish Verma, 25 lipca 2024
If You Are A Human Being
When you predict
your end, I sell myself
to die on cross.
The trick to rise
from dust shows the strength
to make immortal―
Your name. why
do you like the game of power.
I will not play poker.
Many unanswered
questions still remain live
between lies and death of gods.
You will come back
to me one day for rebirthing
the old alchemy of love.
Satish Verma, 24 lipca 2024
Equality
You were not normal.
Relentlessly you were trying
to kiss the flame.
Agni, goddess of fire
still invites. When nightingale
comes, you undo earthly pain.
To recover the lost
poem, black rose still haunts.
A jewel twirls in your brown eyes.
Erotica? No beyond
that. A desire sits on the lips of
bee-sting, the words wait.
Sylvia Plath, where
are you. I have still not
understood you. The Venus cries.
Satish Verma, 23 lipca 2024
Sun Was Cooling
It was a weird
night. Recreating revenge by
throwing rocks on daisies.
You bring mummified
daffodils for the queen
to stop the resuscitation.
There was so much
noise between the full stops.
Words forgot to say prayer.
When you wear the face
of animals and insects,
death becomes a religion.
How many dreams
you had under the lids to
entice the wandering poet?
Satish Verma, 22 lipca 2024
Bee-Stings
Life was behaving
strangely. You said I
have the right to die in
zero gravity. Blood moon―
flaunted a big smile.
The last kiss was on fire
I burnt my poems. There
was an eternal peace.
Why one should shut
the golden treasury. No
more ruptures. Was it not
a miracle? You were chasing still me.
You hire the tongue
of others to speak truth. Your
vernacular was changing. Why your
words were dipped in honey?
Satish Verma, 21 lipca 2024
Lost In Thoughts
The template has
no commas. You have
taken away all my sleep.
I cannot breathe in your garden.
In remission who
wants another life? Blue
spots on my body invite
someone, to lick cobras bites.
It was sameness.
You were repeating yourself
forgetting that one day words
may lose the prowerss.
The art of dying
was very weird. You wanted
to defeat yourself. Eager
to know who were you.
Satish Verma, 20 lipca 2024
In Order Of Being
A thousand moons
you walked to search me.
A sparrow waits at the
end of road to welcome a pilgrim.
You were wearing
the red linen to narrate
the story from birth to death.
How many rivers you had crossed?
The blue black sky
always glittered in moonless
night. Wine glass will
spill the elixir to meet gods.
Wake in my dream
O nightingale. It is god's
domain to find the answers
of perennial questions.
Satish Verma, 19 lipca 2024
Smoking Guns
You wear a cult.
I come nude of veneration.
O god how you want
to be adored in dark?
Petrified I am
fighting the flames of hate
and jealousy. A merciless
sun won't cool down.
Come on my love,
it is time to talk. Honeybee
hive is swaying in storm.
Want to bite?
Amnesia. Age was
taking its toll. I don't remember
my face. The nameless god
will not join.
Satish Verma, 18 lipca 2024
Come To Me As You Are?
You are landing
in all my poems. Mirror
speaks death from death
life from life.
Born in clay oven.
I praise god. You leave
your handprints.
Loaves were mine.
Was it not insulting
fire? A catastrophe? I
worshiped the goddess Agni
for its immaculateness.
An eagle makes
a preemptive dive
at interphase of lips and
tearful eyes.
Satish Verma, 17 lipca 2024
Freak Happenings
When the moon
dips in lake in snowfall,
I let you forget me.
I am reverting
to count the beads in
memory of unborn kisses.
Rock prison of
roses, you don't want to
leave the enticing smell.
The grit, the mettle
was gone. Poem hunter goes
back to barn.
A new god may
take a rebirth to bury angst
from lust to dust.
Satish Verma, 16 lipca 2024
Character
Transcending the wall,
living in the shell of a moment.
I want to retrieve you.
The bush fires may leave
us separately. The wayfarer
has still the grit to walk.
You walk around
the mount, seven times to
prove the fidelity of legs.
I did not earn you.
Like a comet you crashed
in my lap burning a hole.
What was the desire
of a wailing night, never
reaching the ocean.
Satish Verma, 15 lipca 2024
Dreamscapes
Yes I will not understand
the mathematics. It divides
you and numbers kill.
Nietzsche said― "Live
Dangerously". And the lost
ship agrees, takes in water.
A lump in throat
looks at the glittering knife.
What purpose does it meet?
Your pride should not
grow tall. The homelesswords
will search me.
In bright noon
your shadow shrinks. Fall
at your feet to beg.
Ostatnie komentarze:
4 lipca 2025
Jaga
Miasto jak świat cały.
4 lipca 2025
Subiekcja, gdy subiektywny ogląd.
3 lipca 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
nie ja ale wy zaczeliscie o polityce, fałszu
3 lipca 2025
Weronika
Miasto zbliża się końca.
3 lipca 2025
Ani mnie nie kręci. Nie zmienia to faktu, że
3 lipca 2025
moi mili, mnie polityka nie kręci
3 lipca 2025
I fałszu nikt nie zliczy...
3 lipca 2025
Mam drugi dzień upału. Do tego gorący, suchy
3 lipca 2025
Też kiedyś drylowałam. Wiśnię. młodą,
3 lipca 2025
sam53
wybory są niepoliczalne...patrz Polska :)))
3 lipca 2025
zrywam wiśnie...jeszcze ze 2 wiadra i spokój...gdzie
3 lipca 2025
starałem się :))))
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Trepifajksel
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