Satish Verma, 7 october 2024
Finding my path in
twilight to reach your abode,
where light lives.
If you are an answer
Iam the big question. You tell
me everything without talking.
Your body smells of
smoke. You were trying to bake
you love on the flames.
Satish Verma, 5 october 2024
Searching a lost soul
I found you, and stripped
off the old moon from―
the forehead of Himalaya.
You wanted to manipulate the sun.
I will not stop star-gazing.
Do you know there
were no absolutes in life.
Will you brace the uncertainties?
Satish Verma, 4 october 2024
Like corona a name
sits on your lips and the
moon starts dancing with you.
You stand there
before the mirror, eyes shut
flying to catch the rainbow.
Inaudible a prayer
zooms in. A hymn of moonlight
washes your hands to write grace.
Satish Verma, 3 october 2024
Make my path,
my dust. I want to leave
my bloody footprints.
Half-moonblind I
was collecting the tears of moon.
Dewdrops hang from my eyes.
Now where we go to
get our wounds healed up?
God was always sleeping?
Satish Verma, 2 october 2024
Make my path,
my dust. I want to leave
my bloody footprints.
Half-moonblind I
was collecting the tears of moon.
Dewdrops hang from my eyes.
Now where we go to
get our wounds healed up?
God was always sleeping?
Satish Verma, 1 october 2024
Going away from me,
I will not stay at milestones.
Road accepts the defeat.
Who was orbiting the
lake to find out the buried
Noah's Ark?
History repeats itself.
God becomes a stranger
weeps for the stolen heart.
Satish Verma, 30 september 2024
Growing moon seeds
on palms? Where was moon?
A single thought shakes us both.
Who was under
surveillance? You generate your
own rains to wash the stains.
Who you love in dark
when stars sleep and night
birds come out for singing.
Satish Verma, 27 september 2024
I had asked you to leave
some stings for me. It helps
to bleed onpapers.
Some artifacts like my ring
is in your box to remember
me after crucifixion.
I didn't take my last
super. I will kiss your hand
before I drink hemlock.
Satish Verma, 26 september 2024
You become a beauty
after abdication. The bell rings
without coronation.
Every shared pain
was tender. Each word
flies me to you.
You were afraid of
yourself in water. Sun wants
to be adored when I scream.
Satish Verma, 25 september 2024
I borrow some words
from song birds and roses to
brighten my path. The timeless
pain always follows me.
Tell me how to live
in the troubled time.
I think what others don't
think. There was no ending.
The knowledge dips
I cannot read your message.
Cannot hear your echoes
from the valley of tears.
Where god lives when
it is dark? No excuses.
A light comes out from
the eyes. Plato thinks not.
Satish Verma, 24 september 2024
After race arousal
there was animal descent.
The gold diggers climb fairytale.
The controlled blast
avenges on the street. Belonging
drops the veil. We are topless.
Mode of violence
changes. Thrust was diplomatic.
Everyone shuts the mouth.
Satish Verma, 23 september 2024
I summon the questions.
You will not reply. The words
dance on black glaciers.
You stay out, hounding
the quietude. Earth is on
quit call. I step back.
I am not in line
of succession. I forgo
the title of blood poem.
Satish Verma, 21 september 2024
The pink moon will
stay up to gray dawn. I will
meet you in prayers.
You just slept in
my arms to decipher
the dreams of unknown.
Violence creeps into
my eyes when crazy sun
starts beating the clouds.
Satish Verma, 20 september 2024
You make history.
Don't move, like the stasis of
sea anemone.
Try to engrave
my signature on your chest, and
move beyond the darkness.
The persona hits
the wall. you cannot climb. Wipe
off the dream, go to moon.
Satish Verma, 16 september 2024
I don't feel body
I don't feel pain. You play
with me O god!
From the flesh
I remove the pleasure.
A blood wolf moon laughs.
The fringe surrender was
in beheading yourself in dark.
I rise like the Venus.
Satish Verma, 13 september 2024
You speak louder
in dark, unhinged, unchained
to become perfect.
I will not change
myself. Let the river flow.
I will have no banks.
The smoke rises
from the windows of ruined dreams.
Your footprints become relic.
Satish Verma, 11 september 2024
Time has no time.
I cannot find myself in skyless
story of many stops.
A bohemian wants
to become Buddha without
sitting under the Bo tree.
You were touched
untouching me, when I
adored the water of deep.
Belamonte/Senograsta, 10 september 2024
2009
This world wchich discovered for me she is wonderful
Complete heaving full of forms in which feelings thoughts and body gestures are one fluidity gentleness No hatred gratitude and relaxation and lack of disgusting in its essence of renunciation Combined breaths body favour willingness to give purrification
Cute face hand gentle palm Nipples and clitoris swelling under my touch
I felt good I can't go back there
God God help me to get back there
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I am weak in english. Sory.
I translated my text myself for fun
Satish Verma, 10 september 2024
Your painted toes
disturbed my sound sleep.
Your scented hands tremble.
The gods would
punish me, if I don't wipe
off your burning tears.
You stole my death
and put her in chains.
The unburied truth smiles.
Satish Verma, 9 september 2024
Mind remains occupied
after repeat proxy.
Wanted to kiss the thorns of life
You steal a sentence
to travel back to celebrate
the other side of moon.
Will be the same
goddess will remain in the
asylum of my love?
Satish Verma, 8 september 2024
The shadow love
behaves like cannabis.
I laugh with you.
Go to war. I say
to myself. You prepared
nothing for yourself.
Why did you want
to wash the golden ring
with your tears?
Satish Verma, 6 september 2024
You look different
when you receive a huge
amount of love under crescent moon.
The baby kiss stops the
air amidst the leaves of roses
under black and blue sky.
Listen to darkness when
sun dips in crimson fog and
beautiful words disappear.
Satish Verma, 5 september 2024
You know when moon
kissed the sun, planet melted
and war of tears started.
Ah! the white scented
jasmines entwined to squeeze
the elixir of etherian love.
The untouched embrace,
was pure like ice of Himalayas
peak in golden light.
Satish Verma, 4 september 2024
Locating a lonely
star, you burn the space and
lay roses on its path.
All night the light
was blinking I would not sleep to catch
your tricks that go to get me.
Like fawn's big eyes
you look through me to know
the secrets of deep pain.
Satish Verma, 3 september 2024
The cave man writes
his fate on your palm, but
you were unmoved.
Ah! The love multiplies.
Will freedom come one day
to embrace the comet?
Every thought goes to you
I ask myself, how long I remain
occupied with snow and fall.
Satish Verma, 2 september 2024
I break the silence
to bid farewel to my past
and future. You scream.
Dry leaves are being
crushed. The tall tree goes into
meditation to talk to his soul.
The hopes tremble.
Roots smile. The sap rises to
the wrinkled buds. Let spring come.
Satish Verma, 1 september 2024
A face hides red eyes
behind you casts a shadow.
Can you plant a kiss?
On the dry lips of the moon?
A single bird was playing with
fire to jump in flames.
My hands are singed.
I was trying to collect the
melting wax of your eyes.
Satish Verma, 31 august 2024
In unconscious you,
it was defeat of reason,
I am trying to define life.
A bodyless thought
gives birth to misconceptions
I count your fingers daily.
Why did you show
me your hand wearing a
mash to hide the kill.
Satish Verma, 30 august 2024
You tell me, why did you
hold my hand to climb
the purple hill of flames.
On your lips, I had
planted the kiss, not to burn
the shroud of the goddess.
Why life was so cruel
that whenever I lighted the
candle, hurricane reached.
Adam Pietras (Barry Kant), 29 august 2024
The Introvert
Emptyness sealed
Devil plays his dysharmony
Running among the ruins
As I am a king
Of things unseen
Forgotten and unknown
Such a nice way to describe
The drama of dreams
Of existence turned
To it's own core
With a hope of
Transformational power
As I can give and take
Only to myself
Unseen, forgotten and unknown
Absurdal agonist
Screaming no longer
A horse
A crafstman
The trickster
The tired jumper
As I can't choose between
Fascination and disdain
Sickness and joy
Tragedy and a dance
Despair and a humour
Loony tunes on the moon
Flag in a far place
Goddes in dreams
Love so far
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