Satish Verma, 29 may 2023
Will not find like you.
Why do you bring
god in every symphony?
Pain heightens the silence.
The soloist smiles.
Will you wear a night belt
and walk on the moon
to gather the footprints of
first crime?
All I know was, nothing
is pure like sands. It doesn't
want to become stones.
Do you want to stand against
them in metropolis?
A song for you. You
come again to smother the
burning poem.
Satish Verma, 28 may 2023
Between the hills
lies the secret of deep
valley. I love what was
a voiceless pain.
Die by me, if you
will, when I wouldn't
be there to see your mutation
intobutterfly.
Where the horizon
meets the moon, I will
place my shivering candle
to burn at both the ends
in a trench.
The destroyer sleeps
now in the nest of golden
eagle. One day he will
wake up to sharpen his
beak and talons.
Satish Verma, 27 may 2023
Moon was ready
for a swan dance
with clouds.
For a tied up
integrity, did you
need a collective silence?
Sun has not yet
risen as a drag queen,
to wakeup the people.
It was an ant
to uncover a face in dark
to show the curved lips,
Apples have ripened.
Wind shakes the tree.
before the whispers start.
Satish Verma, 25 may 2023
Your breath
a prayer in water, when
vision fails.
Life will treat you
in beauty, when you were
ready to meet future.
Like touching god's
feet, to smear the lunar's
dust on fore heat.
The journey never
ends. Bright stars beckon to
you, but you will not
find Miranda.
The fever was mystical.
In delirium you will recite
a poem.
Satish Verma, 24 may 2023
So normal, the poverty
makes you rich.
At the same time, you cry.
Not needed to be
adored, I was my own slave.
The long journey suffers.
The big shark makes
a dive. You fall like ginger―
bread in mouth of kismet.
Satish Verma, 23 may 2023
Dying with minutes
in dark, when the sun
prepares to leave.
You cannot kill
history. It had happened
on the skin of freaks.
At midnight, I will give
a call to unseen, unheard
egoist, to forget anger.
Satish Verma, 22 may 2023
Unsung, the crazed,
follows an ailing Buddha―
moving in dark.
Not relegionism.
A black sea floods the light.
The bulls were ready.
Ephemeral myths.
You want to move the rock
on the sand dunes.
Satish Verma, 20 may 2023
The soft pain lashes
in a bizarre manner. You
become me and I
become you.
The veil cracks
on your face, to reveal
the contours, like
Saturn without rings.
Just like delphinium,
speaking truth― A hummingbird
dives in your lake
of viola.
Now the world has
changed I smell a Greek
tragedy to say that, we
have suffered too.
Satish Verma, 19 may 2023
Like clones, your hands
embrace, winding up
the duty of fists―
in half-light.
Was your love
primordial? I would ask
myself, accepting the tears
from your red eyes.
I will borrow your
faults. Want to become
human. The defeat in
your hands was rewarding.
The rivals bloom,
without water of eyes.
O daisy, I was run over
by the stamping of clouds.
Give me the speed of light.
Satish Verma, 18 may 2023
I was hurt,
I speak.
Out of modesty,
will write the unspoken stance.
Overview is mine
I have not read you
cohesively. Your vacant eyes,
your trembling lips.
To know the truth
of meaningless nuances, to listen
the gain of sea, watching
the length and depth of water.
Moonlight was aging
where the shadows dance,
in circle to trap the sun,
for a noble sacrifice.
Bondinggoes for mortgage.
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