steve, 25 june 2019
I've tried so hard to get along.. but all we do is fight...
And the tears I cry may fall like rain... but I'm alone again tonight,
Goodbye would be so easy.. if I wern't in love with you,
One step forward, and two steps back.. have never been so true...
It breaks my heart.. that we found love.. but were going down in flames...
For even love can't save us now.. as we play our little games,
I thought that we could make it.. that love could conquer all...
As I'm hanging on for life.. from this long and lonely fall,
And though my heart is bleeding.. I just can't say goodbye...
My love for you won't let me go.. I think I'd rather die,
Together we could have it all.. why can't I make you see...
That all that you've been searching for.. is here inside of me.
steve, 25 june 2019
My mind wanders.. with thoughts of you.. I'm so grateful for your love...
And just why on earth.. of all the hearts.. its mine you hold above,
I can't think of anything.. to deserve someone like you...
For anything, is what I'd give.. to have you love me too,
I shouldn't tell you.. how I feel.. when I look into your eyes...
Or just how high it takes me.. you chose me of all the guys,
And I won't say, how warm it feels.. to hear you say my name...
Or though we've kissed a thousand times.. its never quite the same,
Or even that my blood still boils.. long after your lingering touch...
While pretending "I don't give a dam".. when your love I need so much,
Should I hide the fact.. that just your kiss.. sets my soul on fire?
And never mention.. the ragging battle.. of my uncontrolled desire,
If I told you how I really felt.. would it change the way you feel?
Would you look at me the way you do.. and say you love me still,
Or do I let the fires burn.. and the chips fall where they may...
For "heaven's on earth".. right here.. with you.. and its where I want to stay.
steve, 25 june 2019
The first thing that I noticed.. when I laid eyes on you..
Was your beauty and how it emanates.. in everything you do,
Something "more than just hello".. drew me when we met..
I looked into your chocolate eyes.. and broke into a sweat,
With cinnamon skin so beautiful.. my senses began to spark..
Setting off a fire inside.. that raged well into dark,
I couldn't stop thinking about you.. or get you out of my head..
So I rewound every moment.. and replayed what was said,
I wanted to be with you.. to know just who you are..
To hear the story that you live.. and how you came this far,
Everything about you.. from your head down to your toes..
Was everything I needed.. but I couldn't let you know,
I know that I can't keep you.. and I know that it won't last..
But I'll always have the memories.. to relive a time that's passed.
Satish Verma, 25 june 2019
Grazing on the clouds,
moon was moving
in a daze.
Someone will milk it
for the poor, who will not
sing for the inevitable.
Witch hazel will stop the
bleed of unholy wars
between the diminutive fidelities.
This was the beginning
of a dialogue― meant for
the deaf― who will listen with the eyes.
There was no consolation
for a man who lost his finger
while searching his ring.
Satish Verma, 24 june 2019
That inner probe―
and access― was the need. I
promised myself, not to
sail on the waves.
It was difficult― the way
of birth, to deliver the truth.
You must invoke―
the legacy of the reals― against the fakes.
Factuality, your image
will not suffer. I will witness
the ultimate happening. The
testament will not be written on the beach.
Between ” I “ and “you” lies
the gulf of ancestry. The
unknowing will make it
easy to understand the glacial fall.
Satish Verma, 23 june 2019
It bends― the chastity―
the illicit vows. O, let me
become an artisan. I will
ensue― a new harvest of sandalwood.
Don’t light the joss sticks.
There is no abstract presence―
of him. Nobody knows―
you, better than me.
Search the―
magnum opus and you will
find that― man has failed…
to clear the debris of the Fort.
Strange happenings, still
take place. Grass is still green …
in solitude, a poem
takes birth.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2019
Since you knew, ―
it was going to cast a shadow.
I let the question hang in air.
Death was known, ― only to man?
My suffering begins today. Adding―
my two cents, I go wild. Too few
white blood cells cruising in the veins.
Like lightning strike― I put myself
in harm’s way.
Bright yellow―
the gold and fire, absolutely opaque
decimating the drooping primula.
Impulsive, ― I raise the lid
of blazing rage. A divine exposure.
A millennium melts
beneath the carpet of snow.
kipruto muthemba, 21 june 2019
Slap me,
Kick me.
Your touch,
I need it so much
In any form or hutch
Hold me,
Feel me.
Your touch
will leave me breathless
helplessly wishing it endless
Kick me,
Hug me.
Your touch
I am yearning for your hands and fingers
And their sensations on me that lingers
touch so powerful, it will turn my winters
into sweet, beautiful, warm summers.
kipruto muthemba, 21 june 2019
nothing accentuates,
exaggerates and punctuates,
your curvaceous beauty,
and that humongous booty
like that figure-hugging blue dress.
this I must address
and I confess,
that it leaves me delirious,
hypnotized by the mysterious,
marbles it hides underneath so elegantly,
marvels that send stimulating sensual images,
…naughty images! that set my mhogo on fire.
now on you, am stuck like glue,
am now obsessed with blue,
possessed by you,
and wholly yours.
Satish Verma, 21 june 2019
Lethal mix
of blood ties― before
a fugue delivers its tremors.
A rage visits with the dark voices...
Reverberating in death chamber.
Heat seeking― the missile
goes straight into the heart of the Himalayas.
I am still recovering―
from the eternal fires― of biligual nights.
I am transfixed―
in my shoes― facing shoulder
fired― a sentence ejecting its hate.
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