Satish Verma, 11 january 2024
How much was space
between you and me in
legacy of moon?
Like the mayfly you
have no lips, no mouth.
Let's live for a day.
You may like to
salvage the broken wall
for our home.
steve, 9 january 2024
It's been so long since I've seen you.. do you still remember my name?
The years come and go.. like people I know.. but my feelings for you haven't changed,
Did you think that I had forgotton.. did you think I'd never return?
How could I forget my biggest regret.. while the fire inside me still burns,
But Life is just an illusion.. as I awaken just to survive...
Going through all of the motions.. of living the 9:00 to 5:00,
The light begins to fade away.. as the day comes to an end...
And when I close my eye's to sleep.. is when my life begins,
For that's when were together.. and there you "love me too"...
And I make love to you all night.. when I dream of you,
It's "not the perfect answer".. it's less than what I want...
I want so much more of you.. than just the dreams you haunt,
It's "not the perfect answer"".. for tears you'll never see...
But as I lay my head to sleep.. it's what I need for me,
Satish Verma, 9 january 2024
There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon
stitches your name.
I wash your body
in tears to the concept
of undying love―
When the light goes,
trees start falling to pay
homage to roots.
Satish Verma, 8 january 2024
Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be
beautiful. No rider.
An unspoken word
simmers in eyes for last
kiss of golden sun.
You want to move
away from yourself to reach
end of your pain.
Satish Verma, 7 january 2024
The chilling offer
of thumbs in the voyage
of monk's insanity.
Sun stops for while
to steal the time, separating
poem from poem.
You may like to
destroy the hemorrhaging
moon before dawn.
Satish Verma, 6 january 2024
Never had been
at distant pain to hear
the water's song.
At interstices
of tears, threads, filter
the salt of soul.
Muscularity of
oath melts. The fusion cracks.
You move away.
Satish Verma, 5 january 2024
Would we meet
again under half moon
in wounded light?
In the aura of
bleeding pain, I inhale
your parting kiss.
You are weighless
now, sleeping on air bed
to float in scented sky.
Satish Verma, 4 january 2024
Moon was slit in
neck tonight. Can you explore
unutterable words?
A mysterious hand
rows your boat in inner
water intoning bliss.
You will quit softly
I will caress your soul
in the tucked pain.
Satish Verma, 2 january 2024
Give me a live
poem, like a mantra
chanting around body.
O teardrop, open
the grave of unseen
pain of hiding god.
Rains are waiting
to wash the black face of
the maligned moon.
Satish Verma, 1 january 2024
I am selling my age.
Going stone in market. Honestly
I have exhausted my thoughts.
Midnight syndrome begins.
The salt of my lips had disappeared.
A cruciform face hangs in the air
IS this inertia of the brain?
I am conscious of the yellow moon.
Howling of the wolves will start.
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