Satish Verma, 3 september 2024
The cave man writes
his fate on your palm, but
you were unmoved.
Ah! The love multiplies.
Will freedom come one day
to embrace the comet?
Every thought goes to you
I ask myself, how long I remain
occupied with snow and fall.
Satish Verma, 2 september 2024
I break the silence
to bid farewel to my past
and future. You scream.
Dry leaves are being
crushed. The tall tree goes into
meditation to talk to his soul.
The hopes tremble.
Roots smile. The sap rises to
the wrinkled buds. Let spring come.
Satish Verma, 1 september 2024
A face hides red eyes
behind you casts a shadow.
Can you plant a kiss?
On the dry lips of the moon?
A single bird was playing with
fire to jump in flames.
My hands are singed.
I was trying to collect the
melting wax of your eyes.
Satish Verma, 31 august 2024
In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason,
I am trying to define life.
A bodyless thought
gives birth to misconceptions
I count your fingers daily.
Why did you show
me your hand wearing a
mash to hide the kill.
Satish Verma, 30 august 2024
You tell me, why did you
hold my hand to climb
the purple hill of flames.
On your lips, I had
planted the kiss, not to burn
the shroud of the goddess.
Why life was so cruel
that whenever I lighted the
candle, hurricane reached.
Adam Pietras (Barry Kant), 29 august 2024
The Introvert
Emptyness sealed
Devil plays his dysharmony
Running among the ruins
As I am a king
Of things unseen
Forgotten and unknown
Such a nice way to describe
The drama of dreams
Of existence turned
To it's own core
With a hope of
Transformational power
As I can give and take
Only to myself
Unseen, forgotten and unknown
Absurdal agonist
Screaming no longer
A horse
A crafstman
The trickster
The tired jumper
As I can't choose between
Fascination and disdain
Sickness and joy
Tragedy and a dance
Despair and a humour
Loony tunes on the moon
Flag in a far place
Goddes in dreams
Love so far
Satish Verma, 29 august 2024
When moon tries to
cover the sin, who was fallible
in the ring of fire?
The centuries ask, whence
we failed ourselves, when
god was watching.
Who created the
memory of stone,
infallible from the mount of truth.
Satish Verma, 28 august 2024
The night at noon.
Will you come to light the lamp?
I am trying to write me out.
The surrealism bashing
continues. I am searching your
trapped face in dirty water.
Why are you sad
after knowing what was
unknown to all the stars?
Satish Verma, 26 august 2024
Why the sky cries
red for the clouds? Sun has
not come to burn me.
I never got enough
from you. The pain comes
between truths of life.
The anniversary comes
and goes I stand at beach
to see my ship wreck.
Satish Verma, 25 august 2024
Night descends in your
eyes. Planet wants to enter the
footfalls of moon.
You drink my song
from lipless heart. What was
the range of bullet?
An altered ego writes
again the history of Buddha,
who was still unknown.
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