Satish Verma, 19 june 2024
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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