Satish Verma, 23 march 2024
I dig your secret
life, under wraps of clouds
amid sun and moon.
A chance to learn
the mystical Pythagorean
shift of love's angle.
Crypticarithmetic
peels of the pain from space
and time of body.
Satish Verma, 21 march 2024
A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was
live to offer apology.
We are fond of
picking the rocks, falling from
sky of unknown god.
The distance increases
when you give a call in
valley of loud echoes.
Satish Verma, 19 march 2024
Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you
to beautiful soliloquy.
Truth decays when
it is not part of divine voice.
I will swim in your eyes.
The godly hands one day will
succeed to revive the
meaning of your life.
Satish Verma, 18 march 2024
Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready
to set on spires.
Watching a pome
to fall from wisdom tree
to color your smile.
Goddess surrenders.
Eve commits suicide.
Adam quits home.
Satish Verma, 17 march 2024
The contours of
jutting bones refuse to
move. Poverty repeats.
Questions. Untouched
remains human behavior
of caged parrots.
Would you spare
some time to read lines
on the face of Sun?
Satish Verma, 16 march 2024
O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you
bleed the colors?
Calm down. Virginity
is out for lisping. Impaled,
the spirit ― starts dying.
Don't sell the body
of the poem. Can you ask
the songbird to stop?
Satish Verma, 15 march 2024
Would you remain
you, after the time lapse?
There was no terror.
I could not change
you. Death to me. Scarred
in your courtyard.
Moon shot failed.
Petals of blood rose fly. I
hear some footfalls.
Satish Verma, 14 march 2024
The mission to
know myself failed.
Accepted the gift of nemesis
I will still breathe.
Every end comes slowly.
Distance makes it easy.
A gorgeous moment helps
in darkest phase.
Myth of invincibility
cracks, in the dawn
of miracles. The vibes take
over the song of shadows.
The trial begins.
You have to prove the depth
of kissing of stings.
Every word was not true.
Satish Verma, 12 march 2024
Things go beyond your
vision. I transcend gods,
punished by crowds.
Writing history.
I want to disagree
with the story of
headless accession.
The valley has
bloomed indigo. Red
stars in grey sky
start wailing.
When earth moves
in dark. Sun brightens
the saddened face
of kismet.
Satish Verma, 11 march 2024
A poet's eye
sails from room to room.
Do you know which wall
opened to devour my love?
I had wished to see
the femineity of moon risen.
It had burned my
lips like cinders.
In very dark time
big China roses were waiting
to honour the anonymous
author of gravity.
I don't hear your
voice in cloudburst.
Fragile poems will cry―
if you don't open the fist.
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