Satish Verma, 21 july 2024
The template has
no commas. You have
taken away all my sleep.
I cannot breathe in your garden.
In remission who
wants another life? Blue
spots on my body invite
someone, to lick cobras bites.
It was sameness.
You were repeating yourself
forgetting that one day words
may lose the prowerss.
The art of dying
was very weird. You wanted
to defeat yourself. Eager
to know who were you.
Satish Verma, 20 july 2024
A thousand moons
you walked to search me.
A sparrow waits at the
end of road to welcome a pilgrim.
You were wearing
the red linen to narrate
the story from birth to death.
How many rivers you had crossed?
The blue black sky
always glittered in moonless
night. Wine glass will
spill the elixir to meet gods.
Wake in my dream
O nightingale. It is god's
domain to find the answers
of perennial questions.
Satish Verma, 19 july 2024
You wear a cult.
I come nude of veneration.
O god how you want
to be adored in dark?
Petrified I am
fighting the flames of hate
and jealousy. A merciless
sun won't cool down.
Come on my love,
it is time to talk. Honeybee
hive is swaying in storm.
Want to bite?
Amnesia. Age was
taking its toll. I don't remember
my face. The nameless god
will not join.
Satish Verma, 18 july 2024
You are landing
in all my poems. Mirror
speaks death from death
life from life.
Born in clay oven.
I praise god. You leave
your handprints.
Loaves were mine.
Was it not insulting
fire? A catastrophe? I
worshiped the goddess Agni
for its immaculateness.
An eagle makes
a preemptive dive
at interphase of lips and
tearful eyes.
Satish Verma, 17 july 2024
When the moon
dips in lake in snowfall,
I let you forget me.
I am reverting
to count the beads in
memory of unborn kisses.
Rock prison of
roses, you don't want to
leave the enticing smell.
The grit, the mettle
was gone. Poem hunter goes
back to barn.
A new god may
take a rebirth to bury angst
from lust to dust.
Satish Verma, 16 july 2024
Transcending the wall,
living in the shell of a moment.
I want to retrieve you.
The bush fires may leave
us separately. The wayfarer
has still the grit to walk.
You walk around
the mount, seven times to
prove the fidelity of legs.
I did not earn you.
Like a comet you crashed
in my lap burning a hole.
What was the desire
of a wailing night, never
reaching the ocean.
Satish Verma, 15 july 2024
Yes I will not understand
the mathematics. It divides
you and numbers kill.
Nietzsche said― "Live
Dangerously". And the lost
ship agrees, takes in water.
A lump in throat
looks at the glittering knife.
What purpose does it meet?
Your pride should not
grow tall. The homelesswords
will search me.
In bright noon
your shadow shrinks. Fall
at your feet to beg.
Satish Verma, 14 july 2024
I am reading
your eyes. Do you blink
when moon smiles.
This is my victory
day. A troubled poem has
found its muse in tears.
I beckon you to―
create a realm of understanding,
stopping at global heat.
I say to me
to become a colossus to bring
out the meaning of wall.
Was it not the pivotal point
of hate, conflict and wars?
Answer must be written in song!
Satish Verma, 12 july 2024
A birthplace turns
into religion. Poem goes
on trial. No delusion.
I was afraid of
persecution. Stay by me.
A mount burns.
Your hand made
doll dances along rapper.
Nopatience for peace.
Take care. You are
melting down. Sun has come
to meet you at door.
Give me a name.
Moon was becoming a paranoid.
He wants to adopt you.
Satish Verma, 11 july 2024
Moon dust is falling
in melodious rhythm. Again
I remember you intensely.
An immaculate pain
spreads the white shroud. You
walk on it leaving red footprints.
Why I think, not to
think, amended by your tears
before you reached god.
God, I will not repeat
the sin, the crime to test the fidelity
of sun. he burns you to ash.
Ah! the poverty of words
cannot ask cobra to spread
the hood. I want to sleep under.
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