Satish Verma, 19 august 2023
Stitch your eyes
before you see the slit,
in the rock, that brought
an earthquake.
The sensors were
becoming robotic. You cannot
feel touch or smell the
thoughts.
The spider silk
was very strong. It
twists your reasoning without
spilling blood.
Pass on-some salt.
It was too sweet to believe
in the words of a half-soul.
I want to get back
my old pain.
Satish Verma, 18 august 2023
All night you were
talking to moon in dance.
I will catch you
in sleep.
A daughter of
Miranda, sucked in dark,
the tarentula, the choice
of ultimate.
You cover the blood
on knife. Someone has paid
for betrayal. No charity,
no will of god.
Eyes move like
dragonflies. Between her
and him an unborn
sun folds the leg and sleeps.
I become my own lover.
Satish Verma, 17 august 2023
Again a forest
walks, wounded and broke.
I sculpt a poem.
To get some relief
of truth, give me a vedic
hymn, Beethoven script.
The spring waits in
the buds of chest. When love
sprouts, look at the moon.
A virgin kiss
of Karma, turns the page.
Acid-burned, my hand
hold the pen.
And I think of
the beautiful orchids trying to
find a home.
Satish Verma, 15 august 2023
Tell me how to break
the moon, when night weeps
to bring home stars.
Anyone cannot be
my lover to walk the sun
for wooing marigolds.
And one day I will
not wait for you to bring
back the spring in eyes.
Satish Verma, 14 august 2023
Don't pick smoked
words. Drink milk of moon
for rapture of deep.
Will not define
the war. Impairs vision
and you flounder.
Who was victor
at the end? We go crazy, and
give you a name.
Satish Verma, 13 august 2023
I was tired of
repeating mantras for
reincarnation.
The hidden mounts
want to revolt against sun
for the crying moon.
Bargaining has
begun between flesh and bones.
You pay to draw blood.
Satish Verma, 11 august 2023
Moon was playing
with a skylark. I give
a whistle. He ducks behind
the palm.
This was your figment
of imagination. You had
said, bring the last sound
of the forest.
I was the giver.
I am the taker.
An immaculate kiss
of the flame will decide
the destiny of bullet.
There was no distance
between the lips and
the hiss of the venomous snake.
Satish Verma, 10 august 2023
Standing alone
in darkness of stairwell
searching light.
You were not immortal
I had lost my speech
in my pain's birth.
Why it had to
happen, altering the genes
of unborn progeny?
I miss my divine
peace. You say nothing.
Space between nights shrinks.
We were scared.
Sun was hiding. I re-send
my prayer. Never pick
the meaning.
Satish Verma, 9 august 2023
You seldom touch
the flames of eyes, when
I believed it was true.
Your hand burns.
Ceremonial. I
pluck the roses in
delirium. O pain-giver
there was beautiful blood.
Cloud, cloud tears
slip for thousand of years
to reach the dry lips of iris.
Why did I go blind?
After the snake bite
you turn blue, a goddess
of forgotten sins, I
will never blame you.
Satish Verma, 8 august 2023
Why did I go
for you at the end of road?
Copper weeps.
Like air hugging
you, smelling your wet
scented hairs.
Poverty was a gift
of god. You were very
rich. Strange!
What you will
wear at the death of moon?
sun was red.
Signing on the
skin of dying butterfly,
what you wanted to say?
Put off the lamp.
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