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.
Satish Verma, 7 august 2023
Dying daily
without touching you.
A panther plays―
with a fawn and then eats him.
The mode of living
is changing. I rise with
sun and fall with moon.
Read me in your
palms and recite the
prayer to belongingness.
Ah, all the miseries
were coming on surface.
Who failed the religion,
the fidelity?
You don't want to
come near end. Will aesthetics
save you?
Satish Verma, 6 august 2023
Take away my super
moon and sweet earth, I
am going to attain moksha.
Absurd thinking
helps to meet the dynasty
of wasps who are
leading blood clots.
Why were you
condemned to drink
the glass of hemlock?
Why did you need
pure test in place of suicide?
Was suffering better
than passion flowers?
It looks meaningless
still, I print question marks.
Satish Verma, 4 august 2023
It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.
In this immoral
world, why someone died
laughing?
This is not true.
Nobody wants to be honored
after the death of unknown.
You become a child,
after the murder of sepia night
for the sake of moon.
It was like a
trail of the trembling comet,
when the god cried.
Satish Verma, 1 august 2023
Spreading marigold
dust at the feet of uncovered
deity, I ask, was there
any home to go back?
Why did you walk
away from the tree―
of wisdom?
Why do we conceal
our wounds, talking
about metaphysics?
It was not what
I had wished to be original.
Life takes its pound
of flesh.
A question mark
will always follow you.
Satish Verma, 31 july 2023
I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps,
and stars play the chess.
I would defy
the death, but life
defeats me.
Message of the
love was disquieting.
I prepare the ancient
alphabets.
I will go on
diet of pain, perfectly
making me strong.
We live in ourselves
collecting the
nuggets of tears.
Satish Verma, 30 july 2023
Let it be. Your face
hidden between the
words.
Somebody starts
commiting suicide like
moth to the flame.
It was dark
when you become nothing―
in acoustic range.
I will not
interpret the butterfly's
meaningless dance.
Who believes in
one's own death,
to be born again like a
third person.
Satish Verma, 27 july 2023
You are made to
love, deadly and chaste
without meeting earlier
in hive.
The bees refuse
to give honey.
The chemistry between
sun and marigold fails.
The violence sucks
the green.
On the pretext
of failure, depression
concludes the universal
truth.
The problem was
what kind of death you want.
Satish Verma, 26 july 2023
Selling the stardust
to become rich,
for harmony.
You will bring
the other world. A lazy
eye laughs. The poor
love weeps.
I have settled
down to accept the barbs
of philanthropy.
This undefined
pain hones the words
to fight the killed panther.
Drink from my
eyes. There was snow
fall on lips.
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