Satish Verma, 16 august 2022
Let the dialogue begin
between the apostate and
the threatened god.
Heretic demands
an apology from the religion
of assassin.
The bleeding ancestors
release the mathematics
of grey crimes.
So your temple was
destroyed because of the lion
sitting at gate.
A moon falls on the
raw hides of innocents and
the planet stops breathing.
Satish Verma, 15 august 2022
Predicted to fall.
Man battling against his
demonic spirits.
A killer silence
becomes a knife. Slicing your thumb.
You want to invoke
the missing gods, sleeping
under the dams.
No one should bring
me to tears. I disapprove
the color of blood.
My bones are becoming
stronger, without flesh. I walk
without legs on the hills of fog.
Do not throw the
acid on moon. Hands
will do.
You cannot pass through
a ring of fire. Bonding fails.
Satish Verma, 14 august 2022
There was something
between the lips.
You will not recite my name.
A muted word―
becomes a psalm at
execution. There was no
crowd to witness the grace.
If I prepare a book of
all my defeats, would you
write obituary.
The antiquities had become
alive. This was the beauty
of lunacy.
And the saint was dead
without meeting his god.
Satish Verma, 13 august 2022
Sharing my sweetbread
with you in densely days when
want spans religion.
You burn my roses.
Exiting the day I go for―
wash of cannabis.
Cannot forget you
once in my emptiness of
harvesting the moon.
Rains. The August night―
invites an apparition.
You walk through the door.
Satish Verma, 10 august 2022
Hiding the meaning
of life, you caused the
absurdity. Theater was not
ready for the audience.
An interim relief
comes for the aging. Blue
stars were moving away.
You will murder the sharks.
Skulls start playing. I
yell against the salt that splits
the tongue. Thick-lipped gods
start making the paper-nests
for the wasps.
Winter becomes warm-blooded.
There was no snow on
the trees. Owl butterflies
come out at dusk to collect
their dues.
When the sun sets, moon
shaped boys unroll the centuries.
Satish Verma, 9 august 2022
You were wired, I
won't let you go with zinnias
in this beastly night.
I hate them all, the
ad verbums. Go gently in sea
to drown yourself.
That half-eaten apple
in the rains brings the message
of a fallen angel.
Take me home when I
forget, who was me, standing
in moonlight, eyes shut.
Satish Verma, 8 august 2022
Like for Terra,
the goddess of the earth―
I will leave everything to you.
Hot legs run,
run for the sea of shame,
to wash the holy guilts.
It was a holocaust―
stonewalling to elicit,
the number of dead bodies.
Dark circles under
your eyes. I love them―
for the sake of darkness.
Prepare the swan
song for once, the blasts
were ready to encircle me.
Satish Verma, 7 august 2022
Skin to skin
you cut the psyche,
after severing off limbs.
Xenophobia takes you
out of my life,
breached and stranded.
I will move to
another consciousness
to renew the peace of death.
Love-haters abound
now. Multiple wounding
starts cloning of unborn ideas.
Microholes leak the
secret. Between words there
was no space, only time.
A comet blows away the
angel dust. I stand forlorn
on water.
Satish Verma, 6 august 2022
Trying to forget, I forget myself.
Who am I? I had
an elective love for unknown.
As a gardener I was tending
you in my palms― a precious plum;
so soft that you
start wilting under the gaze.
The sharp edge― you gave,
to my phrases. I cannot use this
weapon against you―
when you want to leave.
I was very afraid of
disintegration. As far as you go
I will not touch you in
any downpour.
Eyes. lips and long―
black tresses. I won't need
anything more.
Satish Verma, 5 august 2022
A bruise has appeared―
where you had kissed me,
last night. O Miranda―
I am not going for any other moon.
Like Uranus, I bleed
in my eyes; from every pore.
Astraphobia― I am going to
stay in dark.
This theology of aneurysms?
Who was hoodwinking
the ancient gods in the battle
of murderous themes? My hands
start shaking.
A blue rash spreads.
In honeyed voice you invoke
your angel and seek blessings―
before you go for a rape.
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