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Satish Verma, 11 september 2023
Blurred Landscape
It was frightening
to grow up in light.
You wanted to come out
in dark for gene intimacy.
There were long
shadows of words, which
had their own character
and morality.
The suspense hovers.
The spark ignites the double
kiss when asked, stitching
the break.
In finding myself
anew, I lost you.
Death will not separate fragrance
from the rose.
Satish Verma, 10 september 2023
Rethinking
In nightshade
you had come, as a
prodigy, from the deep
sea of pain.
Digging the hole,
you made the first move.
Beautiful stop, after―
a long detour to find peace.
You craved, what
you wouldn't get. Something
breaks in my jar.
Rembrandt cries after
the ‘Night Watch'.
I will not go for
self-portrait again.
I want to become free
from the burning canvas.
Satish Verma, 9 september 2023
At The Beginning
A dewdrop climbs
a cloud to inspect the
Broca's area and tears.
My speech was
fragmented, picking the
wrong words to convey―
the pith.
Weary thoughts tremble.
You won't be near me, when
the jungle burns.
A war always
looms large, between the sky
and caged birds.
I don't want to break.
Venus flytrap,
becomes my home, I need
to sit at the edge
till sun sets.
Satish Verma, 8 september 2023
Pain And Endurance
The jungle was ageless.
Moon drops a hint.
Your poems go in flames.
In dark I had
weaved a dream. You were
worshiping a bystander.
The Ars Poetica took
a turn and became a
message for departing sun.
Republic of pain
signs up to cross the death
after meeting the talking trees.
Who will dance
to celebrate the history
of broken hearts?
Satish Verma, 7 september 2023
Absolutely
Deep within, you
wanted to know earnestly, why
did the things go wrong?
More than asking
you go mad. There were
no questions for god.
Peel of the words,
and lineage falls apart.
A sword was naked.
Satish Verma, 6 september 2023
No Ambiguity
Set to break;
something was left
incomplete.
Time's portal
lets go yesteryear, and
I ask myself, if the
moons were mine.
The jack screw
had turned the course
of life. Why did you
go for the wax model?
The chilly thing was―
everybody sings a question.
The vendor of pain
will not give the answer.
Anger edicts
to destroy all the moons.
Satish Verma, 5 september 2023
Failed
When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?
A tall promise was
broken. To see or not to
see writing on wall.
What was the half-truth
which would change the color of
horizon at dusk?
Satish Verma, 4 september 2023
For Fallen Deity
No more I will
confront you in rain after
imprint of peach lips.
A collective
scream goes unheard, god sleeps.
The sky burns endlessly.
You will never know,
how do I live, when glacier
breaks, I fall in chasm.
Satish Verma, 2 september 2023
History of Pain
Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You
were wading in sand.
Give me a slip
of eyes. A scion was
ready to catch winds.
Behind the teeth
lies a bloody tongue. Will spell
your ancient name.
Satish Verma, 31 august 2023
Self-Sacrifice
Like a stingray
you hurt. My chest heaves
and falls. God, you―
Remain untouched
in sacred well of honor
like holy water.
I will come back
in tiger cave to count
the stripes of blood.
Satish Verma, 29 august 2023
Deeper Meanings
Still I am looking
at the path, from where you
disappeared.
In void between
living and dead, leaving no
memory to drape.
The dust will recall
the weight of footfalls in
air to bleed stones.
Satish Verma, 27 august 2023
Telling Truth
You failed me.
O god, your shadow one day
will break from you.
We had ached
together once. You are now
larger than death.
Going beyond sky,
you will step into space, and
I will start wailing.
Satish Verma, 25 august 2023
Candle Burns In Colors
Will mediation
work? I don't know.
Half-truths will betray.
A united birth
of good and evil. Was
it ordained? How do you
mend the eternal tear?
We had climbed
together the steps of god's
mount. But temple was
in ruins. Deity mauled.
The bullet holes
stillbleed. This was a
perfect win of black moon.
I cannot drink your tears.
Does it matter? You
were loosing the charisma?
Satish Verma, 23 august 2023
Not Parting
Keep your persona
blessed. I miss you.
Do you meet the
mockingbird often? Ask
the larkspur to stay open
the spur. I may come any day
to give a kiss.
Why did you
embrace the path
of submission, leaving
the prophet of mercy?
Between why and
how I was discovering
myself in vain.
Do you believe
in seclusion of pain?
I always cried in dark.
Satish Verma, 21 august 2023
Learning From Relics
Like holocaust,
rolling moon brings
massacre. You
burn inside.
The empire was in
ruins, I was searching
peace in half-truths.
A flying snake
lands on your chest,
when you were asleep.
You wouldn't find a clue.
The philosophy of
dying in beauty creates
a myth.
Why did you play with
questions. There were no
answers.
Satish Verma, 19 august 2023
The Scorpio
Stitch your eyes
before you see the slit,
in the rock, that brought
an earthquake.
The sensors were
becoming robotic. You cannot
feel touch or smell the
thoughts.
The spider silk
was very strong. It
twists your reasoning without
spilling blood.
Pass on-some salt.
It was too sweet to believe
in the words of a half-soul.
I want to get back
my old pain.
Satish Verma, 18 august 2023
Participation
All night you were
talking to moon in dance.
I will catch you
in sleep.
A daughter of
Miranda, sucked in dark,
the tarentula, the choice
of ultimate.
You cover the blood
on knife. Someone has paid
for betrayal. No charity,
no will of god.
Eyes move like
dragonflies. Between her
and him an unborn
sun folds the leg and sleeps.
I become my own lover.
Satish Verma, 17 august 2023
Ephemeral
Again a forest
walks, wounded and broke.
I sculpt a poem.
To get some relief
of truth, give me a vedic
hymn, Beethoven script.
The spring waits in
the buds of chest. When love
sprouts, look at the moon.
A virgin kiss
of Karma, turns the page.
Acid-burned, my hand
hold the pen.
And I think of
the beautiful orchids trying to
find a home.
Satish Verma, 15 august 2023
Navigating You
Tell me how to break
the moon, when night weeps
to bring home stars.
Anyone cannot be
my lover to walk the sun
for wooing marigolds.
And one day I will
not wait for you to bring
back the spring in eyes.
Satish Verma, 14 august 2023
Compelling Charm
Don't pick smoked
words. Drink milk of moon
for rapture of deep.
Will not define
the war. Impairs vision
and you flounder.
Who was victor
at the end? We go crazy, and
give you a name.
Satish Verma, 13 august 2023
You Smell Murder
I was tired of
repeating mantras for
reincarnation.
The hidden mounts
want to revolt against sun
for the crying moon.
Bargaining has
begun between flesh and bones.
You pay to draw blood.
Satish Verma, 11 august 2023
Becoming A Totem
Moon was playing
with a skylark. I give
a whistle. He ducks behind
the palm.
This was your figment
of imagination. You had
said, bring the last sound
of the forest.
I was the giver.
I am the taker.
An immaculate kiss
of the flame will decide
the destiny of bullet.
There was no distance
between the lips and
the hiss of the venomous snake.
Satish Verma, 10 august 2023
Empty Bowls
Standing alone
in darkness of stairwell
searching light.
You were not immortal
I had lost my speech
in my pain's birth.
Why it had to
happen, altering the genes
of unborn progeny?
I miss my divine
peace. You say nothing.
Space between nights shrinks.
We were scared.
Sun was hiding. I re-send
my prayer. Never pick
the meaning.
Satish Verma, 9 august 2023
In My Small Fists
You seldom touch
the flames of eyes, when
I believed it was true.
Your hand burns.
Ceremonial. I
pluck the roses in
delirium. O pain-giver
there was beautiful blood.
Cloud, cloud tears
slip for thousand of years
to reach the dry lips of iris.
Why did I go blind?
After the snake bite
you turn blue, a goddess
of forgotten sins, I
will never blame you.
Satish Verma, 8 august 2023
Graceful
Why did I go
for you at the end of road?
Copper weeps.
Like air hugging
you, smelling your wet
scented hairs.
Poverty was a gift
of god. You were very
rich. Strange!
What you will
wear at the death of moon?
sun was red.
Signing on the
skin of dying butterfly,
what you wanted to say?
Put off the lamp.
Satish Verma, 7 august 2023
Common Thoughts
Dying daily
without touching you.
A panther plays―
with a fawn and then eats him.
The mode of living
is changing. I rise with
sun and fall with moon.
Read me in your
palms and recite the
prayer to belongingness.
Ah, all the miseries
were coming on surface.
Who failed the religion,
the fidelity?
You don't want to
come near end. Will aesthetics
save you?
Satish Verma, 6 august 2023
Show Me The Path
Take away my super
moon and sweet earth, I
am going to attain moksha.
Absurd thinking
helps to meet the dynasty
of wasps who are
leading blood clots.
Why were you
condemned to drink
the glass of hemlock?
Why did you need
pure test in place of suicide?
Was suffering better
than passion flowers?
It looks meaningless
still, I print question marks.
Satish Verma, 4 august 2023
Ask Me
It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.
In this immoral
world, why someone died
laughing?
This is not true.
Nobody wants to be honored
after the death of unknown.
You become a child,
after the murder of sepia night
for the sake of moon.
It was like a
trail of the trembling comet,
when the god cried.
Satish Verma, 1 august 2023
Talking To A Phantom
Spreading marigold
dust at the feet of uncovered
deity, I ask, was there
any home to go back?
Why did you walk
away from the tree―
of wisdom?
Why do we conceal
our wounds, talking
about metaphysics?
It was not what
I had wished to be original.
Life takes its pound
of flesh.
A question mark
will always follow you.
Satish Verma, 31 july 2023
New Sports
I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps,
and stars play the chess.
I would defy
the death, but life
defeats me.
Message of the
love was disquieting.
I prepare the ancient
alphabets.
I will go on
diet of pain, perfectly
making me strong.
We live in ourselves
collecting the
nuggets of tears.
Satish Verma, 30 july 2023
Unmaking Love
Let it be. Your face
hidden between the
words.
Somebody starts
commiting suicide like
moth to the flame.
It was dark
when you become nothing―
in acoustic range.
I will not
interpret the butterfly's
meaningless dance.
Who believes in
one's own death,
to be born again like a
third person.
Satish Verma, 27 july 2023
Wisdom Fails
You are made to
love, deadly and chaste
without meeting earlier
in hive.
The bees refuse
to give honey.
The chemistry between
sun and marigold fails.
The violence sucks
the green.
On the pretext
of failure, depression
concludes the universal
truth.
The problem was
what kind of death you want.
Satish Verma, 26 july 2023
Vultures Sitting Silently
Selling the stardust
to become rich,
for harmony.
You will bring
the other world. A lazy
eye laughs. The poor
love weeps.
I have settled
down to accept the barbs
of philanthropy.
This undefined
pain hones the words
to fight the killed panther.
Drink from my
eyes. There was snow
fall on lips.
Satish Verma, 25 july 2023
Back And Forth
Someday I will
ask questions standing
in the deep forest.
Where the swarm
of words would go if―
the pen was broken and
you were hiding behind
the marigolds?
At last I was
looking for you with
minute details.
The silken touch of
your hand still burns
on my face.
Days don't change.
The pink symmetry was
a mirage.
Satish Verma, 24 july 2023
With Soft Feeling
I was my own
slave to walk on rose
petals to feel
the kingdom.
Dishonesty was
at large. I will not shun the
truths of bitter lips.
No mineralization was
there in pure eyes.
You could sail on the frozen lake.
What a thousand
words won't do. I did it with
skin and bones.
A flower vase. Flawless.
You want to write
the name of unknown.
Satish Verma, 22 july 2023
Stopped Thinking
I let you go
to meet the panther
in his den.
Gender invisible.
Still two souls were bound
to jump together
on the burning pyre.
A love unique.
Cavernous. Neither you come
out, nor I come in.
Life seeks the answer.
The hyacinth opens
the spike to reach your
sensitive lips. Who had
ignited the water?
Talking with dead,
gives some relief. The buzzing
in ears stops and you
listen a bird's song.
Satish Verma, 21 july 2023
Unwritten Grief
Standing in dark storm,
not to turn back.
An imperial oath
breaks, I don't want to
take any foreward for
my departure.
Small feet in
tattered shoes will not
leave any footmarks, and
climb the sharp edge.
Any friend becomes
A bleeding wound. It was
better to seek an asylum
in smile of black moon..
The knitting must
start. There was a pause
in pain of giving away
my muse.
Satish Verma, 20 july 2023
Ununderstood
In deep silence
my words float in your eyes,
past twilight.
I will stay in parlor
to watch a lazy moon.
A tarantula starts moving.
An ancient prayer
leaves the footprints on
the skin of dead song.
Let it be stolen
my peace, in the name of
a bitter fight with stars.
The spirit of thumb
to meet forefinger would
remain eternal.
Satish Verma, 19 july 2023
In Trance
Less molecular
affinity exists in the breaths
of time gone by.
I will squeeze
my lips stitching the
borders of pain.
Brown salt was
taking the color of hails.
Knives were red.
You know the truth.
Religion covers the half-
burned candles.
Draped in shroud,
the untouched womb
picks up the priest.
Even the stars
go dim like orphans
of sky, searching god.
Satish Verma, 18 july 2023
Pale Red Dots
After watching an honour
killing, moon slept
on the dirtroad.
Thinking about god
and blood game, I was
upset. I don't find any
difference.
The stings. Always
bleed my hands, when
I collect the honey
from your lips.
No memes. It
was factual. The darkness
feeds the mouth of sun.
It was an absolute bliss!
Satish Verma, 17 july 2023
Without Dresses
Do you hear the
unheard voices of
violence? I ask myself.
The events change
with moon's faces. I tell
you and everyone.
The pain of forgetting, come
when you don't want to
forget. You were destroying
the unknown.
The history repeats
the solitude of glaciers.
Carbon of earthly fires
was burning the ice.
The collective strength
of legs crosses the river of
hate. We love after hurting
each other.
I pray, I beseech
to stop the voiceless suffering.
The horizon has no depth.
Satish Verma, 16 july 2023
Dying To Understand
Moon winks.
I collect darkness
to make sun.
I cannot see
your face in daylight
while hugging black
trees.
Everyday you fill
me with tears of unthinkable.
The silk slips from
my hands.
Will not hate
you ever, though you
disappear like a
fugitive moon.
I still walk
in woods to hear your
footfalls.
Satish Verma, 15 july 2023
At Dusk
Not the salt.
The water hurts.
The frostbite connects
the moment of break.
I will not write
any elegy.
Frivolity takes
away the rose
buds of moon
in dilemma.
Tracing a swastika,
did I ask for your long life?
This was the
oral death of soft
butterfly, who will jump
into bonfire.
You could have given me
a little star.
Satish Verma, 13 july 2023
Sunglasses Break
When destiny blinked,
you were nowhere in sight
to say goodbye.
Moonwise it was
fine. I would not see
your inside ever.
No good thing will
cross in the way to river.
No salt an the rocks.
Satish Verma, 12 july 2023
New Arrival
Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed
during the starless sky.
When it is pitch dark
you open the hidden myths of
hanging China rose.
A world dies under
the Chinar tree to save a
rising crimson sun.
Satish Verma, 10 july 2023
Uplifting
You would repeat,
not going tears, for the
sake of moon.
Why a spark floats
in water of eyes to
burn vocabulary?
Breaths don't meet
now, under the red hollyhocks,
hanging to embrace.
Satish Verma, 8 july 2023
Overwritten
And it was in, and
it is out, your crazy crush
for waning moon.
You will survive,
when death opens the mouth
like black hole.
The tangerines
remain fidel to sun
after wild fire.
Satish Verma, 7 july 2023
Resuscitation?
I stand in pristine
fire pit, fighting vampires.
You bring black ice.
Migrating to moon?
Are you sure of the
honeymoon's awards.
Talking of karma
I don't believe in rebirth.
It were all my sins.
Satish Verma, 6 july 2023
Soiled Contents
Gene-edited,
manhood was taking punches.
I wasn't sure of me.
Let spider weave
an exotic home. Black,
moon walks free of trap.
God's monologue
continues to catch the stolen
words of stained men.
Satish Verma, 5 july 2023
Condemned To Live
It was not enough.
Your charity to feed raptors
with two supple hands.
Birds of prey will want
your flesh, bones and eyes.
Don't nod your head.
Can you walk over
the burning coals to prove
virtuous chastity?
Satish Verma, 4 july 2023
Out There
You did not give,
what I asked for moksha.
Luminary god fails.
Looking in water
hole you think of inverted
tornado in sky.
Where the truth has
gone to find the myth of dying
in eyes of moon?
Satish Verma, 3 july 2023
Poetry Of Dreams
Half moons in eyes,
you want to change gender
like a fallen god.
Was it possible
to become a walnut
in new half globes?
A fireball slips
from the sky to collect the
colors of kites.
Satish Verma, 2 july 2023
Waking The Danger
Nothing was taboo
for the god climbers.
Will stay at temple.
This was a murder
intrigue, unparalleled
in history of man.
The great walls of
mind protect the liberal.
A lover of moon.
Satish Verma, 1 july 2023
In Surrealism
My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons,
at bank of tears.
Would you come to
ask the sun not to throw the
sparks in the eyes.
Will wait in twilight
for the blueness in moon.
Then give a call.
Satish Verma, 29 june 2023
Be Alone
I was reluctant
to miss the blood moon
in your clear sky.
Shame. The city was
dying in flayed arms of words,
revealing muscles.
Violence breaks
the message of Gothic
trees in prayer.
Satish Verma, 27 june 2023
Arrival of Vision
I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at
silver moon, in god's favour.
Choking on some words,
you continue to survive in brutal ways
I remained silent in a tower.
Here the currency speaks
to make the way for peace in a world
of howling screams.
Satish Verma, 26 june 2023
Opens Like Heart
Nothing matters now
after decimating dreams.
Will not surrender.
Polyp goes medusa.
Free swimming in my
wet eyes at dawn.
And you standing
alone will stop the worship
of rising black sun.
Satish Verma, 25 june 2023
The Challengers
Tracing ancestory,
my poem will talk to you one day
under wolf moon.
The skin starts burning.
Singed hands will collect some
salt from god's kitchen.
No new meaning has
come out from book after
desacralization.
Satish Verma, 23 june 2023
When Iris Sleeps
You were casual
in making bed of thorns
to collect the blood!
Fearless, light combs
the dark hairs of earth to
feel masculinity.
You rise from the
mangroves to print pattern of
wounds on the limbs.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2023
What Price?
How to repair the
heart? The petunias will
not listen to me.
Inverted funnels
allow the beetles to
land for honey.
Where the words end,
silence speaks of eternal
pain of treason.
Satish Verma, 20 june 2023
Cleaved Love
Between wolf and
vampire, you burn the
marrow of moon.
Carnivore. You
define the perfect surrender.
No peace as yet.
My father talks to
my son in sleep, to wear
an old hawthorn crown.
Satish Verma, 18 june 2023
Shedding Skin
You play bloody words
I am discovering myself
after you left.
A serpentine
history of love and hate,
hurting ourselves.
Want to see a blind.
Who will not ask my religion
my color and my creed.
Satish Verma, 17 june 2023
Now You Are Old
A fistful of scent,
I inhale the lingering
pain moving crescently.
What was your doubt?
The weak bones will not carry
some hidden truths.
The earth will stink,
of broken water. No new god
was going to appear.
Satish Verma, 16 june 2023
Take Heart
Speechless, I start
adoring you, separating
the milk and water.
You talk of divine
touch of agni of moon.
Who was sun's daughter?
Can you recite a
mantra to wake a sleeping
angel to hold light?
Satish Verma, 15 june 2023
Walking Away
A blood oath you
made stabbing the moon.
Will not wait for sun.
Never bled the light
in dark to watch your face
in gleaming tears.
Would you like to
sit under the bodhi tree
to take in Buddha?
Satish Verma, 13 june 2023
Walking Away
A blood oath you
made stabbing the moon.
Will not wait for sun.
Never bled the light
in dark to watch your face
in gleaming tears.
Would you like to
sit under the bodhi tree
to take in Buddha?
Satish Verma, 10 june 2023
Crying Silently
A deathless shadow
follows us O god. Your pain
was bigger than me.
Each day bears a
witness of my love for dying
truth in your hands.
A damper brings fog
in eyes. I cannot read
your citations.
Satish Verma, 9 june 2023
Burnt-Out
Abdicating your
throne, O god, I am not
worthy of human being.
Has the man risen
from the salamander's leg
severed from body?
At the mercy of a
creator's path you will not
find peace at end.
Satish Verma, 8 june 2023
Eclipsing
Like a hot cinder
on the black paper, makes
a hole in heart.
Your zodiac sign
will burn under the moon.
The other side cries.
The fair queen has
a scar on forehead. Third
eye was waning.
Satish Verma, 7 june 2023
Delicate Maturity
It was scary to
listen to the sounds of
your glossy tresses.
To taste flavours
of your lips in return
for bleeds of poems.
The panther. He goes
a kill a day. Will change
legitimately?
Satish Verma, 6 june 2023
After Separation
You filter time.
Time filters you.
I catch the words.
The empty bowl
of a fakir betrays the fabric
of life, without seeking.
Mid winter I will ask―
the moon not to freeze.
Some sounds you will not hear.
Tearing the fog, I
wanted to teach you the language
of pain, becoming cold.
Like meteor of
a melting star, you were moving
away faster than light.
Satish Verma, 5 june 2023
Strange Phenomena
You did not give
space, for a random kiss.
Winter loss?
I will not find you
in spring. The buried roots
of a fallen tree, fail
to wake up.
Days pass dying.
A soft retreat from
commitments. Slow poisoning.
The empty house.
You should plow through the memories
of unlived in dreams.
There is no cue.
How will you bring sparrows
to breed on ventilators.
Satish Verma, 4 june 2023
On Reverse Trail
Like hungry jaguar
I hunted you
in music of limbs.
The thrust played
a game of hide and seek
between the islands.
It should not have
happened like this. The covert
rowing. Sea never forgives.
The ache has
a continuity. The lost tribe
still wants to remain
untraced.
Time makes you strong.
One day you score a
unique myth.
Satish Verma, 3 june 2023
So Much To Think
You swirl around
my poems to enter old nest.
I do not know how to pray.
I will backtrack
to find my footprints in
your glistening eyes.
To admire the purity
of flame, I taste red berries
of firethorn. You recite
a sacred hymn.
No name was needed
for unknown agony of your mind.
Neither you will muse
nor I will write.
Every December snow
becomes a shroud.
Satish Verma, 2 june 2023
So Much To Think
You swirl around
my poems to enter old nest.
I do not know how to pray.
I will backtrack
to find my footprints in
your glistening eyes.
To admire the purity
of flame, I taste red berries
of firethorn. You recite
a sacred hymn.
No name was needed
for unknown agony of your mind.
Neither you will muse
nor I will write.
Every December snow
becomes a shroud.
Satish Verma, 1 june 2023
What Was Invisible
It is.
It was not.
The volcano was collapsing.
What was happening,
and what wouldn't happen.
I didn't want you to be
lost among my poems.
The window weeps.
Moon won't come to sit
on the palm tree in the
sight of a lonely pen.
Death comes on tiptoes
for the flamingo,
stranding in meditation.
A pack of wolves was waiting.
Who will pay
for speaking the truth?
Satish Verma, 30 may 2023
Metaphysically
Drop for drop
moon bites. You were
ready to taste venom.
The honey prompts
to heal the wounds of
autopsy. Resuscitation
takes place.
Life sucks the peace―
dear god. Any other
place to busy the pains.
How to erase your
name from torn papers.
There is always a print.
It requires morning
breeze to stop the
scream.
Satish Verma, 29 may 2023
Flute Was Quiet
Will not find like you.
Why do you bring
god in every symphony?
Pain heightens the silence.
The soloist smiles.
Will you wear a night belt
and walk on the moon
to gather the footprints of
first crime?
All I know was, nothing
is pure like sands. It doesn't
want to become stones.
Do you want to stand against
them in metropolis?
A song for you. You
come again to smother the
burning poem.
Satish Verma, 28 may 2023
Breaking In Piece Meals
Between the hills
lies the secret of deep
valley. I love what was
a voiceless pain.
Die by me, if you
will, when I wouldn't
be there to see your mutation
intobutterfly.
Where the horizon
meets the moon, I will
place my shivering candle
to burn at both the ends
in a trench.
The destroyer sleeps
now in the nest of golden
eagle. One day he will
wake up to sharpen his
beak and talons.
Satish Verma, 27 may 2023
Dumb Dolls
Moon was ready
for a swan dance
with clouds.
For a tied up
integrity, did you
need a collective silence?
Sun has not yet
risen as a drag queen,
to wakeup the people.
It was an ant
to uncover a face in dark
to show the curved lips,
Apples have ripened.
Wind shakes the tree.
before the whispers start.
Satish Verma, 25 may 2023
All You Know
Your breath
a prayer in water, when
vision fails.
Life will treat you
in beauty, when you were
ready to meet future.
Like touching god's
feet, to smear the lunar's
dust on fore heat.
The journey never
ends. Bright stars beckon to
you, but you will not
find Miranda.
The fever was mystical.
In delirium you will recite
a poem.
Satish Verma, 24 may 2023
Asking No Mercy
So normal, the poverty
makes you rich.
At the same time, you cry.
Not needed to be
adored, I was my own slave.
The long journey suffers.
The big shark makes
a dive. You fall like ginger―
bread in mouth of kismet.
Satish Verma, 23 may 2023
Existential
Dying with minutes
in dark, when the sun
prepares to leave.
You cannot kill
history. It had happened
on the skin of freaks.
At midnight, I will give
a call to unseen, unheard
egoist, to forget anger.
Satish Verma, 22 may 2023
We The Possessed
Unsung, the crazed,
follows an ailing Buddha―
moving in dark.
Not relegionism.
A black sea floods the light.
The bulls were ready.
Ephemeral myths.
You want to move the rock
on the sand dunes.
Satish Verma, 20 may 2023
Just Drop
The soft pain lashes
in a bizarre manner. You
become me and I
become you.
The veil cracks
on your face, to reveal
the contours, like
Saturn without rings.
Just like delphinium,
speaking truth― A hummingbird
dives in your lake
of viola.
Now the world has
changed I smell a Greek
tragedy to say that, we
have suffered too.
Satish Verma, 19 may 2023
Unreachable
Like clones, your hands
embrace, winding up
the duty of fists―
in half-light.
Was your love
primordial? I would ask
myself, accepting the tears
from your red eyes.
I will borrow your
faults. Want to become
human. The defeat in
your hands was rewarding.
The rivals bloom,
without water of eyes.
O daisy, I was run over
by the stamping of clouds.
Give me the speed of light.
Satish Verma, 18 may 2023
Searching Answers
I was hurt,
I speak.
Out of modesty,
will write the unspoken stance.
Overview is mine
I have not read you
cohesively. Your vacant eyes,
your trembling lips.
To know the truth
of meaningless nuances, to listen
the gain of sea, watching
the length and depth of water.
Moonlight was aging
where the shadows dance,
in circle to trap the sun,
for a noble sacrifice.
Bondinggoes for mortgage.
Satish Verma, 16 may 2023
Suaveness
Spider weaves the
net. You walk in the named―
trap of honesty.
I have stopped
looking at stars, after the
moon bit me in dark.
Who was dying for a
sip of hawthorn today
in the bright sunlight?
Satish Verma, 15 may 2023
Nostalgic Return
Like a forgotten
love child, are you same as
I left you sleeping?
A creeper grows on
your face to steal the tears.
Why karma had failed?
At least a small kiss
of revival of dreams could
have saved the moon!
Satish Verma, 14 may 2023
Help Me
Love hours.
When you cover your
face with hands,
light dims.
I enter your interocular
space, to understand the
truth ofdissent.
I am learning
from you about the black
theory. You wanted to―
take titanic steps
in small feet.
Human facts.
I cannot breathe.
You possess the power of
manipulation.
A bird doesn't know.
Satish Verma, 13 may 2023
Heart Searching
Leave me by me.
I was an onlooker in
wilderness of knees.
Primal truth is dead
I search peacemakers
of nowheres in vain.
Watch my loneliness.
A bronze elephant stands
still in dream traffic.
Satish Verma, 11 may 2023
In My Play
It were not you
at the end of poem. Something
of moon had died.
Time has not come
to intervene in parting
of lips turning blue.
You will not change,
in offering the drink of
stunning Venus flytrap.
Satish Verma, 10 may 2023
My Commitment
December moon
and you, not to blink for a
while in the shadow.
Salt angel, you will
make my eyes dry― after the
glitter of tears.
What is the full sign
of the brave robbery when
it is stinging dark?
Satish Verma, 7 may 2023
Pushing Dark
Honesty. Was it the
sickness of mind? Ask the
spirit of water.
Honour the blue
goddess with grey hair in
silent grieving.
Spurn the moon and
come to me to celebrate
alien reverie.
Satish Verma, 6 may 2023
Increasing Angst
I thought we knew
each other by our shadows.
Stratosphere laughs.
Inappropriate,
when you touch the moon
in torrential rain.
You pay a price
to listen to Beethoven.
You become blind.
Satish Verma, 4 may 2023
I Will Speak
In stasis, time
was ready to abandon you,
I suffer intensely.
I didn't want to
hear my own voice. Cathartic,
I was beside myself.
Creating shock waves,
wanted to speak to water
to freeze in eyes.
Satish Verma, 3 may 2023
Handshaking
I dreamed of you.
Otherworldly. Blue and tender.
Not my pain anymore.
Did you pray for me
and asked to write a last
poem for sake of veil?
A bird takes, sand
bath, before jumps on a pyre
to prove fidelity.
Satish Verma, 2 may 2023
Fugitive
Like woodpecker
someone knocks at door
to deliver acorns.
Were it you after
resurrection to pay back
the debt of half-love?
Door will remain open
to let in the known killer
of beautiful sin.
Satish Verma, 1 may 2023
Flutey Silence
Light the candle, I
fed creepy in the grey
night of terror.
Fear overtakes.
Heartbeats reach crescendo.
Is it end of charm?
The riot begins
in dim moonlight. Who burns
the coat on the hills.
Satish Verma, 30 april 2023
So Shall Be
Why bewildered?
There is always something
to say to unknown,
You wouldn't believe.
Where violence ends,
God is born.
The hummingbird
croons a note to bring
back, spirit of hymn.
Latest comments:
9 may 2024
Adam Pietras (Barry Kant)
Ech, Eva, miałem pewne przemyślenia związane
9 may 2024
Eva T.
Tak, prosze :)
9 may 2024
jeśli tylko
wycieczka do dachau..
8 may 2024
Weronika
Odwieczny strach przed porankiem.
8 may 2024
kb
też prawda. amnezja ma prawo kiedyś się skończyć
7 may 2024
Zapomnieć żeby było co sobie przypominać.
7 may 2024
Em, nie do końca, może wrzucę jakieś rozwinięcie,
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Myśli się zawsze więcej, niż pisze, tak sądzę.
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Pieknie w tej zieleni. Pozdrawiam :)
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Pomyslalam o wiezowcu, ale jesli o nic nie chodzi...
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Piekny :)
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