Satish Verma, 4 july 2019
Do you need a divine witness―
if I abdicate a claim
on you, saluting the dark?
Drawing the ire of a void,
the violence becomes visible―
when earth starts dying.
The completeness― will give
you a rude welcome― after
you were landuishing in wait.
An intern surrogacy―
defies the sexual assault of the
gimmick. Why did not you
swear in the moon?
In jitters. I start―
making circles again― and again.
Will I remember―
who am I?
Satish Verma, 3 july 2019
Like a starfish― you are
not a star, always opening
the shells― with your tube fest
to find the pearls.
Predator― you will attack
in a crowd― when it is dark―
coming out of your skin.
Flesk for flesh. It was your dynasty.
I cannot reconcile. I cannot
play the game of chess―
and checkmate the opponent.
Will wait for a nemesis.
Unorthodox. The nature
reveals its move― in the galaxies.
The earth is in―
mid-life crisis.
Satish Verma, 30 june 2019
Tell me,
how would you die
when the call comes?
A hollow skin―
with no viscera― underneath.
Will you cry―
while breaking away from the earth―
carrying your own urn?
Elysian vision―
was not very clear
and Styx was full of bodies.
There was no space left
to celebrate the liberation.
A parchment paper
with your fading name printed;
after the petition of right
to exist, undying
in deeds.
steve, 29 june 2019
I never want to hear your name.. it reminds me of what we had...
And I don't want to feel that pain.. for nothing hurts so bad,
I have to pick up the pieces.. and just keep on moving on...
And "don't look back".. no matter what.. for what we had is gone,
I cannot hear the words you say.. it's just a convient lie...
A way to break my heart again.. as you promise to "really try",
I cannot see your beauty.. real beautys from within...
I've seen what lives inside you.. and I can't go there again,
I don't know how I loved you.. or why I love you still...
Or where the strength to leave you comes... I only know I will,
So save your words.. speak not of love.. and I'll be on my way...
As the dawns begun to light the sky.. and begin a brand new day.
sg
steve, 29 june 2019
As I lie here and watch you sleeping.. I can't help but crack a smile...
I feel the peace upon your face.. knowing all the while,
This is where I want to be.. with you always by my side...
Because your the reason I carry on.. my purpose and my pride,
They say that life's a circle.. but mines an uphill shot...
With winding roads.. and pain untold.. and battles yet un-fought,
If your love is my reward.. for the scars that I have earned...
Then I can walk through any fire.. and I cannot be burned,
You are my light.. you are my strength.. your a gift from "God" above...
And if ever there was a "ment to be".. you are my "one true love".
sg
Satish Verma, 29 june 2019
First listen to your heart.
No poetry will walk tonight―
without fear.
Sometimes you will find―
words will not descend/to heal
your ache of unslept poems. Hovering/
like the obsessive hawks.
The migratory, adjutant/
storks, had not come to roost
on the tall tree―
naked as they are.
Democracy always/sends
erotica/to take off your mind
from the trivial subjects.
Fireworks resume the celebrations
for the fugitive/who returned
home after drinking absinthe.
steve, 28 june 2019
The sun is getting lower, as it streaks across the sky...
And the nights keep getting longer, without you by my side,
I don't know just what to do, that would turn it all around...
For everything I thought I knew, has now become unwound,
Your act is so indifferent, I'm not sure just who you are...
I used to think that we were close, but now you seem so far,
Just how is it ok, to hurt the one you love...
To not stand up for what is right, when you should rise above,
To never say you're sorry, or admit that you were wrong...
To let the ones who love you most, suffer all alone,
And what's the price we'll have to pay when the walls come tumbling down...
As you burn the bridges that we build and any love we found,
Is it pride or is it anger, that has a hold on you...
And keeps you bound to fear and hate, in everything you do,
I've been waiting for the light within you, to awaken in your heart...
To bring to life, and back to me, what's been torn apart,
I pray our love is strong enough, and that you'll finally see...
True love can heal anything, and bring back what used to be.
steve, 28 june 2019
How do I bring you back.. to where we used to be...
To show whats in my heart.. and what you mean to me,
How do I heal the damage.. from angered words we say..
When the only thing that matters.. is wanting you to stay,
How do I give to you.. the love you need so bad...
When I'm not sure just how to give..what I've never had,
How do I say goodbye.. when my heart will not let go...
And the words I speak all fail me.. when my heart I try to show,
How do I live without you.. when without you I can't live...
And to hold you in my arms once more.. this life I'd gladly give.
steve, 28 june 2019
If I was given just one wish.. to turn my life around...
My wish would be, for you and me.. to keep what we have found,
I've many regrets and sorrows.. and paid too high a cost...
I've laughed.. I've cried.. I've run to hide.. for mistakes, and loved ones lost,
But then you walked into my life..and now the skies are blue...
It seems at last.. the rain has past.. and everything is new,
I feel that "God" has smiled at me.. for enduring all the rain...
And given me someone to love.. someone who'll ease the pain,
If I was given just "one wish"..... to turn my life around...
I'd give it back.. for what I lack.. in you these things I've found.
Satish Verma, 28 june 2019
After the apocalypse,
the fiefdoms were growing―
buttercups― with golden flowers,
cupshaped.
Anemones and hellebores/
aconites and clematises/
famed for making lethal―
poisonous seeds.
So much went through us.
A billion years after― there will be
no life/ on earth. But we
have become lifeless now―
the poems incomplete.
It was getting smaller―
and smaller― the tall man.
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