Satish Verma, 7 july 2023
I stand in pristine
fire pit, fighting vampires.
You bring black ice.
Migrating to moon?
Are you sure of the
honeymoon's awards.
Talking of karma
I don't believe in rebirth.
It were all my sins.
Satish Verma, 6 july 2023
Gene-edited,
manhood was taking punches.
I wasn't sure of me.
Let spider weave
an exotic home. Black,
moon walks free of trap.
God's monologue
continues to catch the stolen
words of stained men.
Satish Verma, 5 july 2023
It was not enough.
Your charity to feed raptors
with two supple hands.
Birds of prey will want
your flesh, bones and eyes.
Don't nod your head.
Can you walk over
the burning coals to prove
virtuous chastity?
Satish Verma, 4 july 2023
You did not give,
what I asked for moksha.
Luminary god fails.
Looking in water
hole you think of inverted
tornado in sky.
Where the truth has
gone to find the myth of dying
in eyes of moon?
Satish Verma, 3 july 2023
Half moons in eyes,
you want to change gender
like a fallen god.
Was it possible
to become a walnut
in new half globes?
A fireball slips
from the sky to collect the
colors of kites.
Satish Verma, 2 july 2023
Nothing was taboo
for the god climbers.
Will stay at temple.
This was a murder
intrigue, unparalleled
in history of man.
The great walls of
mind protect the liberal.
A lover of moon.
Satish Verma, 1 july 2023
My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons,
at bank of tears.
Would you come to
ask the sun not to throw the
sparks in the eyes.
Will wait in twilight
for the blueness in moon.
Then give a call.
Satish Verma, 29 june 2023
I was reluctant
to miss the blood moon
in your clear sky.
Shame. The city was
dying in flayed arms of words,
revealing muscles.
Violence breaks
the message of Gothic
trees in prayer.
Satish Verma, 27 june 2023
I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at
silver moon, in god's favour.
Choking on some words,
you continue to survive in brutal ways
I remained silent in a tower.
Here the currency speaks
to make the way for peace in a world
of howling screams.
Satish Verma, 26 june 2023
Nothing matters now
after decimating dreams.
Will not surrender.
Polyp goes medusa.
Free swimming in my
wet eyes at dawn.
And you standing
alone will stop the worship
of rising black sun.
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