Satish Verma, 10 july 2020
You become absent in
repose..I try to rein in the
subterfuge in stranger's eyes.
There was nothingness. A chestnut
tree was refusing to let go
the nuts.
The phantom fight begins between the
daffodils. The sun had given
the borders, step by step, to
different colors. Still the bloom
weeps for its blindness. I will
not unmake me. The faith―
this winter was bad. The
deathmarks were evident. We
wait for something to happen,
ready to unroll the schizophrenia.
Satish Verma, 9 july 2020
Bigotry, is that you with
the lost numbers?
Looking back, will not
light the road.
I could not haul myself
out, of the kitchen, of narrative.
Something makes me jittery,
counting my failures. You revert back
to the caravan.
After the love. The lines
burn and you set aside the goal―
of becoming free from writing off
the man.
Satish Verma, 7 july 2020
The dark borders
were shifting, rejecting
the inner voices.
The echoes bring apocalypse
with costs. I hear
the silent prayers.
de jure? I want
to letter the unknown fears
of the epilogue.
The whistling pain of the
words, brings
the blood flowers.
Aghast, at the cupidity,
of man, where shall
I start the charity?
Satish Verma, 6 july 2020
This was profanity.
A dead club moss resurrects,
when you sprinkle the water over
dried wrinkled leaves.
From darkness to light
you break the bowl of an angel
and the invisible spills out.
Brother in terror -
of mixed turbans.You smell
the burning flesh all around.
Speed of light from superflares
was not colossal, than the blast of man.
Look, it is still dark here..
Now climb the holy
hills, rising like the breasts
of weeping earth, to collect
the daisies for final call.
Satish Verma, 5 july 2020
You can legitimate
the loot. There will be no
spineless resistance.
The skull cap only covers
the baldness hiding
the keratinized skin.
The lust shines
like pearls on your upper lip.
Beehive.
Poking the rabbit
before it jumps, you will
remember the ducks have no ears.
Ah, the learned
professor, he has started
teaching the full lips.
Satish Verma, 4 july 2020
Oh, templed god, why did
you snare the palmer?
The importance of being
the autonomous? I am trying to
stay away from me to keep
a watch on you.
The itinerant sorcerer had
become a legate of gold trade.
The flesh is for sale, the
small mouth with big hunger.
A fledging of scar has become
a bleed. The synopsis was out.
I am going to ask some question
from the bo tree today.
Satish Verma, 4 july 2020
Oh, templed god, why did
you snare the palmer?
The importance of being
the autonomous? I am trying to
stay away from me to keep
a watch on you.
The itinerant sorcerer had
become a legate of gold trade.
The flesh is for sale, the
small mouth with big hunger.
A fledging of scar has become
a bleed. The synopsis was out.
I am going to ask some question
from the bo tree today.
Satish Verma, 4 july 2020
Oh, templed god, why did
you snare the palmer?
The importance of being
the autonomous? I am trying to
stay away from me to keep
a watch on you.
The itinerant sorcerer had
become a legate of gold trade.
The flesh is for sale, the
small mouth with big hunger.
A fledging of scar has become
a bleed. The synopsis was out.
I am going to ask some question
from the bo tree today.
Satish Verma, 3 july 2020
Let it go, do not touch it.
You had been negating the bare truth.
I was part of you
once at the shore of tragedy.
Life was treacherous
and I was free to laugh.
Come September and I will be chasing
the fireflies again.
How time takes revenge
from the innocent commitments?
You start returning to your roots
and I was still surfeiting
on the secret fidelity.
Where was the need to be tied down
to god? Nobody was honest to forsake
the fear of nameless nemesis.
The myth of rock still haunts.
Water still boils under the clay.
Petals fly in dark alleys
and I cannot find the door.
Satish Verma, 2 july 2020
The shades of dawn
under the waning moon
reflect on your face.
The lace trembles-
when you watch the Venus
disrobing in dark.
Confession made.
You wash your feet in
Milky Way.
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