Satish Verma, 3 july 2024
So much to think
of infidelity at the edge of
yesteryear living in a broken home.
All my poetry comes
out to recite elegy for the unspoken
tragedy. It was tumultuous..
Skeletons start working.
Was it dysmorphia? To revive the
narcissism? I drop the blood.
Satish Verma, 2 july 2024
My turf war was over. You want to write
your will in blood. My prodigy has collapsed..
New vistas are steamy colored dreams. I was
searching for my lost silver coin. Were you empathetic?
I will not count all your sins. Life is
altering every day. Small things are becoming big.
Waiting for a defining day? I believe in
pluralism. I don't want to hear myself.
The grey wall was surreal. You
cannot paint the brown bears dancing.
Satish Verma, 1 july 2024
Give me a moment to live; The love dies casually.
Why were you carrying the corpse of memories?
Ozena? What do you smell? The day
burns, night cries. A robust reprisal appears.
Do not wail Destruction has come.
It was rapid. The world has swallowed my poems.
The jasmines are drying now.
Did your answer turn blue?
Why did you lead me to lotus lake? Was
it the loss of cranium. There was no water.
Satish Verma, 30 june 2024
Far away was your
home. Do I give you to
moon from love to pyre.
I myself make me
cry in loneliness of strange
words. Nightshade stabs.
Nude picture of
nasty stings were ready to
slice you half and half.
The nebulae would
blind you to tract the alien's
footprint on your chest.
My thumbmark was
sufficient to give
order of beheading of black roses.
Satish Verma, 29 june 2024
How not to break, I ask.
Will you give me a hug
in absence?
It is very dark
night. After stealing me, when
will you drink the moon?
Each word becomes
a snake, writhing to devour
the bodyless truth.
The fall has come
again. I am walking on dry,
pink leaves to recall you.
One day me and you
will meet again after melting inside.
Life may find a surprise.
Satish Verma, 28 june 2024
Infidelity knows
how to make fire. Shared
truth carries a tiny coffin.
Under the god's
tree I pray for you. Life will
not see the face of black moon.
The nudity of sun
hurts. The distance cannot
be reduced in blue pain.
Between why and
how lies the primordial
question. Where the truth lives?
Roll me over on
burning coals. The stones
were not able to break mirror.
Satish Verma, 27 june 2024
Dear silent river
don't send me any
lisping message.
It was scary
to celebrate life immediately
after the death.
Candles throw
the shadows in ghettos, when
extended questions arise.
A massive fall
of faith. My heart was no
more a religion.
The drooping eyes
will start a ghost dance
in pitch darkness.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2024
You know how
to live. Take me, a
lesser pain comes.
Meaning of life
was difficult to interpret,
sitting in sun.
You can conceive
meaningless numbers. I am
still counting ciphers.
Failed to achieve
something. Anything comes
in my wild poems.
Like hyacinth bell
shaped spikes I spread out
in moon to ripen in pain.
Satish Verma, 21 june 2024
In valley of peace
lilies, I was searching
you in blue darkness.
O destiny the remains of
past want to step into the future
of dying mantras.
To dissect the
moment of truth. Why
were you so anxious?
It was a weird happening.
Cloud over cloud
the soul wants to depart.
No I don't want
to learn the art of
cheating at rising sun.
Satish Verma, 20 june 2024
Behind your time
assassin walks
I will sit in a wake.
You had many
faces. The slave value
was increasing.
The impact craters
were coming up in dark
morning of realization.
Harmony suffers.
Explosions come from sky, as
if two stars have collided.
The frail peace
always grieves at the end
of the embraces.
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