Satish Verma, 19 july 2023
Less molecular
affinity exists in the breaths
of time gone by.
I will squeeze
my lips stitching the
borders of pain.
Brown salt was
taking the color of hails.
Knives were red.
You know the truth.
Religion covers the half-
burned candles.
Draped in shroud,
the untouched womb
picks up the priest.
Even the stars
go dim like orphans
of sky, searching god.
Satish Verma, 18 july 2023
After watching an honour
killing, moon slept
on the dirtroad.
Thinking about god
and blood game, I was
upset. I don't find any
difference.
The stings. Always
bleed my hands, when
I collect the honey
from your lips.
No memes. It
was factual. The darkness
feeds the mouth of sun.
It was an absolute bliss!
Satish Verma, 17 july 2023
Do you hear the
unheard voices of
violence? I ask myself.
The events change
with moon's faces. I tell
you and everyone.
The pain of forgetting, come
when you don't want to
forget. You were destroying
the unknown.
The history repeats
the solitude of glaciers.
Carbon of earthly fires
was burning the ice.
The collective strength
of legs crosses the river of
hate. We love after hurting
each other.
I pray, I beseech
to stop the voiceless suffering.
The horizon has no depth.
Satish Verma, 16 july 2023
Moon winks.
I collect darkness
to make sun.
I cannot see
your face in daylight
while hugging black
trees.
Everyday you fill
me with tears of unthinkable.
The silk slips from
my hands.
Will not hate
you ever, though you
disappear like a
fugitive moon.
I still walk
in woods to hear your
footfalls.
Satish Verma, 15 july 2023
Not the salt.
The water hurts.
The frostbite connects
the moment of break.
I will not write
any elegy.
Frivolity takes
away the rose
buds of moon
in dilemma.
Tracing a swastika,
did I ask for your long life?
This was the
oral death of soft
butterfly, who will jump
into bonfire.
You could have given me
a little star.
Satish Verma, 13 july 2023
When destiny blinked,
you were nowhere in sight
to say goodbye.
Moonwise it was
fine. I would not see
your inside ever.
No good thing will
cross in the way to river.
No salt an the rocks.
Satish Verma, 12 july 2023
Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed
during the starless sky.
When it is pitch dark
you open the hidden myths of
hanging China rose.
A world dies under
the Chinar tree to save a
rising crimson sun.
Satish Verma, 10 july 2023
You would repeat,
not going tears, for the
sake of moon.
Why a spark floats
in water of eyes to
burn vocabulary?
Breaths don't meet
now, under the red hollyhocks,
hanging to embrace.
steve, 9 july 2023
I just want to touch you, as your heart beats next to mine...
And breathe in your aroma, which smells like Forrest pine,
I don't want to care about, all the pain I feel...
And though I fell in love with you, I know you never will,
I don't want to know the love, that I will live without...
For heavy is the burden, when you have a heart devout,
I wish I'd never met you, then love would pass me by...
I'd have no broken heart, nor these tears that I cry,
I wouldn't cry myself to sleep, I wouldn't say your name...
Through tears I wouldn't to ask myself, why you don't feel the same,
I wouldn't need to see you or care that you don't care...
You wouldn't haunt my dreams at night, with desires I can't bare,
If only letting go of you, was an easy thing to do...
Goodbye would be so easy if I weren't in love with you.
Satish Verma, 8 july 2023
And it was in, and
it is out, your crazy crush
for waning moon.
You will survive,
when death opens the mouth
like black hole.
The tangerines
remain fidel to sun
after wild fire.
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