Satish Verma, 30 july 2023
Let it be. Your face
hidden between the
words.
Somebody starts
commiting suicide like
moth to the flame.
It was dark
when you become nothing―
in acoustic range.
I will not
interpret the butterfly's
meaningless dance.
Who believes in
one's own death,
to be born again like a
third person.
Renato N. Mascardo, 28 july 2023
nullity
under
the bridge thoughts flow
what should have been held back
to coalesce slide through open
sluice gates
over
the dam down to
splashes of lochan each
spit unconnected each
thought lost
fragments
floundering in
muddied marsh the graveyard
of recalls of water under
the bridge
look at
me my love you
go to leave me helpless
here unable to change places
with you
stay with
me longer love
slow the waters flowing
off my love for nothing compares
2 U//
renato
thursday 27 july 2023
Ref: Prince Nelson (1990): Nothing Compares 2 U. Sang by Sinead Marie Bernadette O’Connor aka Sinead O’Connor aka Magda Davitt aka Shuhada’ Sadaqat (b1966-d2023).
Satish Verma, 27 july 2023
You are made to
love, deadly and chaste
without meeting earlier
in hive.
The bees refuse
to give honey.
The chemistry between
sun and marigold fails.
The violence sucks
the green.
On the pretext
of failure, depression
concludes the universal
truth.
The problem was
what kind of death you want.
Satish Verma, 26 july 2023
Selling the stardust
to become rich,
for harmony.
You will bring
the other world. A lazy
eye laughs. The poor
love weeps.
I have settled
down to accept the barbs
of philanthropy.
This undefined
pain hones the words
to fight the killed panther.
Drink from my
eyes. There was snow
fall on lips.
steve, 25 july 2023
I can't make you look at me, the way I look at you...
And I can't show you what I feel unless you want me to,
I didn't want to love you, but my heart got in the way...
Wanting to believe there's a chance that you might stay,
You think it's only physical, but I've so much more inside...
It breaks my heart to know, there's no crossing that divide,
I believed in happy endings, fairy tales, and dreams...
But life is hard, love is pain, and nothing as it seems,
I don't know what to say, that I haven't said before...
I've cried a river of tears, to be washed up on the shore,
I need you in my life, but I have to say goodbye...
My heart needs time to heal, but won't if I don't try,
Sometimes goodbye"s the only way, when there's nothing left to do...
Goodbye would be so easy if I weren't in love with you.
Satish Verma, 25 july 2023
Someday I will
ask questions standing
in the deep forest.
Where the swarm
of words would go if―
the pen was broken and
you were hiding behind
the marigolds?
At last I was
looking for you with
minute details.
The silken touch of
your hand still burns
on my face.
Days don't change.
The pink symmetry was
a mirage.
Satish Verma, 24 july 2023
I was my own
slave to walk on rose
petals to feel
the kingdom.
Dishonesty was
at large. I will not shun the
truths of bitter lips.
No mineralization was
there in pure eyes.
You could sail on the frozen lake.
What a thousand
words won't do. I did it with
skin and bones.
A flower vase. Flawless.
You want to write
the name of unknown.
Satish Verma, 22 july 2023
I let you go
to meet the panther
in his den.
Gender invisible.
Still two souls were bound
to jump together
on the burning pyre.
A love unique.
Cavernous. Neither you come
out, nor I come in.
Life seeks the answer.
The hyacinth opens
the spike to reach your
sensitive lips. Who had
ignited the water?
Talking with dead,
gives some relief. The buzzing
in ears stops and you
listen a bird's song.
Satish Verma, 21 july 2023
Standing in dark storm,
not to turn back.
An imperial oath
breaks, I don't want to
take any foreward for
my departure.
Small feet in
tattered shoes will not
leave any footmarks, and
climb the sharp edge.
Any friend becomes
A bleeding wound. It was
better to seek an asylum
in smile of black moon..
The knitting must
start. There was a pause
in pain of giving away
my muse.
Satish Verma, 20 july 2023
In deep silence
my words float in your eyes,
past twilight.
I will stay in parlor
to watch a lazy moon.
A tarantula starts moving.
An ancient prayer
leaves the footprints on
the skin of dead song.
Let it be stolen
my peace, in the name of
a bitter fight with stars.
The spirit of thumb
to meet forefinger would
remain eternal.
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