Satish Verma, 7 december 2022
A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again
hurts. Candle burns at―
*
both the ends. Book
was closed for eternity.
Red moon bleeds.
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I dip my fingers in
moonlight to smeat your
memories silver.
Renato N. Mascardo, 5 december 2022
holding on
life is
a game for fools
you win some you lose much
and you keep coming back daring
for more
losing
your wholeness your
silent partner your health
feels like your lover scudding off
from you
you feel
nothing at first
before the ache begins
to engulf you in a maelstrom
of bile
for your
loss you blame so
many her him it self
in the end you know that life is
a game
steadfast
patient you hold
on to your core for no
body else can hold on as well
but you
after
the loss after
the grief time to fight back
to cherish to enjoy to wait
dauntless
without
funk without joy
without pain without bliss
you don’t have life the ultimate
gamble//
renato
sunday 04 december 2022
Satish Verma, 5 december 2022
One day in a dream,
I will ask the deity of ancient
temple, why did you father―
*
the elephantine
blunder of creating universe
to destroy it again?
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I was also the builder
of bold world on the paper
for nightingale.
Satish Verma, 3 december 2022
Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning
of the salvation from―
*
coming and going.
What were your thoughts when it
rained in lightning?
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Would you climb again
to prayers that were soundless
and wordless in eyes?
Satish Verma, 2 december 2022
Vision impaired.
The fear crawls in your poems―
for lynx-eyed words.
*
Hounded light wears
a mask to rip off the thespian.
Time was my collateral.
*
Who was the reddest in―
rose, blaze and ruby? Will you
pick the color for me?
Satish Verma, 1 december 2022
How would you talk to―
your unborn child, when lynching
mobs were waiting?
*
The insider was pure.
Still unknown to blood moon.
That was my other flesh.
*
Swallow all the darkness
of crying earth, I impel your
nails to scratch the sun.
Satish Verma, 30 november 2022
Retrieve the ancient
mantra to invoke wandering
spirit of Agni.
*
Let the time burn
in crucible of fair pain to
test nugget's glitter.
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Still virgin's book was
untouched― unopened
to redeem the words!
Satish Verma, 29 november 2022
If there was nothing
to chance at, we will not quit.
I won't see your hands.
*
Pulverized faith
seeks a new name to survive.
Prophets are dead.
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Would you bow down
to collect the dust falling from
tresses of goddess?
Satish Verma, 28 november 2022
An ailing sun.
I grieve for a lost song
unheard in rains.
*
The kneaded flesh
of a weeping star pulsates
on the split grains.
*
Let the mother resolve,
who was the immortal son
of the bruised earth.
Satish Verma, 27 november 2022
That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.
*
It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect―
seeds of love and hate.
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Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.
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