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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.
Ostatnie komentarze:
30 czerwca 2025
violetta
Moja siostra jest teraz na Korfu :) piękny wiersz:)
30 czerwca 2025
Niezmiernie cieszę się:)
30 czerwca 2025
Tak i są przeróżne:)
30 czerwca 2025
ajw
Uwielbiam tę ulotność chwili..
29 czerwca 2025
Jaga
Strach na postrach, a dlaczego?/ wróbel na pszenicy
29 czerwca 2025
sam53
na jednym drzewie bardzo słodkie, a te późniejsze
29 czerwca 2025
Podziękowanie to mało, ale dziękuję :)))
29 czerwca 2025
Wokół kręgu :)
29 czerwca 2025
Słoneczniki już kwitną :)
29 czerwca 2025
A czereśnie wyjątkowo słodkie tego lata.
29 czerwca 2025
Przepiękny wiersz, miło się czyta Twoje romantyzmy.
29 czerwca 2025
Taka upór jest w wierszu:)
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