Satish Verma, 10 may 2023
December moon
and you, not to blink for a
while in the shadow.
Salt angel, you will
make my eyes dry― after the
glitter of tears.
What is the full sign
of the brave robbery when
it is stinging dark?
Satish Verma, 7 may 2023
Honesty. Was it the
sickness of mind? Ask the
spirit of water.
Honour the blue
goddess with grey hair in
silent grieving.
Spurn the moon and
come to me to celebrate
alien reverie.
Satish Verma, 6 may 2023
I thought we knew
each other by our shadows.
Stratosphere laughs.
Inappropriate,
when you touch the moon
in torrential rain.
You pay a price
to listen to Beethoven.
You become blind.
Satish Verma, 4 may 2023
In stasis, time
was ready to abandon you,
I suffer intensely.
I didn't want to
hear my own voice. Cathartic,
I was beside myself.
Creating shock waves,
wanted to speak to water
to freeze in eyes.
Satish Verma, 3 may 2023
I dreamed of you.
Otherworldly. Blue and tender.
Not my pain anymore.
Did you pray for me
and asked to write a last
poem for sake of veil?
A bird takes, sand
bath, before jumps on a pyre
to prove fidelity.
Satish Verma, 2 may 2023
Like woodpecker
someone knocks at door
to deliver acorns.
Were it you after
resurrection to pay back
the debt of half-love?
Door will remain open
to let in the known killer
of beautiful sin.
Satish Verma, 1 may 2023
Light the candle, I
fed creepy in the grey
night of terror.
Fear overtakes.
Heartbeats reach crescendo.
Is it end of charm?
The riot begins
in dim moonlight. Who burns
the coat on the hills.
Satish Verma, 30 april 2023
Why bewildered?
There is always something
to say to unknown,
You wouldn't believe.
Where violence ends,
God is born.
The hummingbird
croons a note to bring
back, spirit of hymn.
Satish Verma, 29 april 2023
It will not happen
again, the eye contact
with swaying moon.
Smoke was rising
from heaps of dead leaves
from distant garden.
You become a past
in the hands of slaughterer.
Ethos plays game.
Satish Verma, 28 april 2023
Shy from finding
the depth of your being?
I was walking on the
cobbled shadows.
Like thinking of
afterlife, when you were
preparing legacy of black moon.
Who would not do it?
Would you go to
the fire temple to know
the age of dying god?
Space widens between the eyes.
The grid cannot
hide the deepening chasm.
Your musing shifts. A pen,
the paper and words assemble.
Satish Verma, 27 april 2023
You were lost
in this brutal world
I was a failed truth.
Exotic your heart
still sings for the future
of awakening.
Very old, very pained
were our wounds.
Man was rising every night.
Why were you not
present at sunset, when
twilight was burning
in moon?
You need a gift
of grave to stay cool
when the sky was burning?
Satish Verma, 26 april 2023
Choosing the dusk
before dawn to halt the
flowers beheading.
It wriggles like
snake, the time. No wait
between life and death.
Take me to deep
sea of pain. I will never
count falling stars.
Satish Verma, 25 april 2023
One scripts one's
own doom, standing at the
bank of a dried river.
Bone china reflects
the destiny of ‘being' in war
of grounded ships.
Limbs take you back
to the ruins of young night
outside of moon.
Satish Verma, 23 april 2023
I don't hear
I don't speak.
Only the ink flows-
without words, waiting
for birth mother.
Water breaks.
A poem is born.
Satish Verma, 22 april 2023
In lost island,
water and boat, I
will never know you.
A volley of stings.
I bleed inside, without
single drop falling out.
There will be no
tiara, to put on the head
of pain.
Play on flute,
before the sunset. I
want to invite fireflies.
The numbers don't
agree. War continues for
the red sea of tears.
You won't reach
your abode alive.
Satish Verma, 21 april 2023
Was there a purpose
to wear mascara
and nestle in giant
clouds?
You scare me
holding the candle
burning at both ends.
What was the
confusion before jumping
from the bridge?
O moon, I always
loved the honey color
of your skin, before
collecting ashes.
Who had created this maze,
I will never know.
Satish Verma, 20 april 2023
The fear right
below your skin, festers.
I listen to hissing sound of
simmering muse.
Space between the
words suffers. There was
no meaning left by
unspoken ties.
The castle of dreams crumbles, brick
by brick, in the hands
of sleeping volcanoes.
You need a
snake charmer to sway
the beauty of crooked
smile of time.
I still watch the trap.
Satish Verma, 19 april 2023
Charging at the
huddled moon, palm
leaves release the
elixir.
I watch a beautiful
death dance, pouting
her lips,
very quiet.
Oh, precious pain,
come again. The
rock wants to
commit suicide.
My entreaty
will not reach the
heavenly bird, I want
to walk on holy sin.
Satish Verma, 18 april 2023
After you gave me a
split rupture,
there was a mirror pain.
The bruises get away
without mercy. A hand will
write reversely a poem.
You cannot erase
the stink, which comes from
the mouthless words.
And the triangle
will eat the floating bodies
of bloated dreams.
Who always chased
me with subtlety, when
hills were crumbling.
Moon becomes lunatic.
Satish Verma, 17 april 2023
You let go, of me
to wear the hawthorn's
crown, to probe, what I
wouldn't know.
In the ending was
beginning of a fragile
kiss of waning moon, before
the daffodils fall on ground.
I try to forget
the number of steps you
have not taken towards
the moment of enormity.
The laced wounds
prepare to make water
thin for the sleetof
salt water in red eyes.
Satish Verma, 16 april 2023
In soundless
landscape, I will meet the
ultimate, waking pain
of understanding.
Back and forth
pillars of strength would fall.
Nothing else will shock me.
Measureless I become.
Do you see a halo
around the moon? She was
the goddess of a
lost songbird.
I want to stop
thinking. I owe you the
holy truth. Life was
no more grainy.
Satish Verma, 15 april 2023
When I ask for
the innovation, you
lob the moon.
Glass and sand
in your eyes, melt into
kisses. There was no
other way.
You cannibalize my
poems, make a statuette
and wear the pendant.
You stone a wall
of paper. Why did it
carry the names of
failed gods?
You watch the stream
of tears feeding the red
poppies about to be
slaughtered.
Satish Verma, 13 april 2023
What you will not
say, after becoming cosy
with the moon in sleep walk?
Holding my hand,
you wanted to squeeze
time for the sake of fallen
star in the black sea
of ifs and buts.
The tears were
great solvent, when you
inhaled the fumes of
karma, to go high.
The seizure will
come again, wrapped in
golden shroud, against the
hope of suicide.
Meditation brings
sweet music.
Satish Verma, 12 april 2023
Black tree
feeds the blood root.
There will be no sonic
connectivity.
How could I love
you so, at moonrise?
Shall I say the watercolor
has been washed?
It was not the culture
and style of time. The
renaissance wants to extract
the rare price.
Crisp nouns would
take revenge on the
unuttered words. The sacred
ism was no more valid.
Let the clouds cover
the bleeding sky.
Satish Verma, 11 april 2023
Night was pregnant
with the moon.
The execution will follow.
An arrow finds
a path, which leads you
in fog of baby steps.
Adoration lived in
the narrow eyes of firefly.
The dark bush sways in
flightless arms.
Embrace of an
angel goes amorously
tense. Negation leaves a
deep wound.
There would be no exit―
of the trembling pain,
live on the flames.
Satish Verma, 8 april 2023
Hurting myself
in piecemeal to reach
your meanings.
Paradise lost―
for one day, when the makeup
goes in flames.
I will be in sea,
when the valley burns deep
and a Digambara
finds the truth.
The mob was arranged
in place. Wasps had very
thin waists, but stings
were sharp.
The smile was
venomous. You will not
live to see the slaughter.
Satish Verma, 7 april 2023
The freckles were
appearing on the face
of Venus―
Arms broken.
A man-eater was shot
dead, while feeding.
The reddened skin
invites a vespa. Sometimes
you love the stings.
You wait for
the sunsets, before the
Venus flytrap shuts.
Drifting on the
dust road, I start
searching my lost address.
How will you hear
my voice?
Satish Verma, 6 april 2023
The trauma will not go,
I will go to sea.
My lips reciting veda.
You hire the new currency
to buy a kiss of bodiless lover.
Sky offers the moon.
Infallible palm
spreads the leaves foe your
footfalls not to single
under the sun.
I speak wordlessly
you listen by eyes.
Mercy kissing comes
in vogue. You have increased
the surrender value
before the Agni.
Satish Verma, 5 april 2023
I am scared.
You are becoming human,
looking back at the
colored leaves falling in autumn.
Was your pain
ripened? And you bled
poems? Ah you were the―
first wooly animal!
Surreal. Dancing
with beautiful words to
entice the lies. To woo
the narcisstic mode.
Thought of dying
shimmers like a fish in silvery
water. I won't throw
the net in your eyes.
River will not drink
its water.
Satish Verma, 4 april 2023
Home coming
was not true. A character
remained unread.
What image was
holy? You walk barefoot
after worship to listen
the voices of earth.
The volcano weeps
for centuries, waking
the flames one day. What
were the questions
which had no answers.
A pink bandana
becomes the heartache
of moon. No star was
worthy of you.
The book wipes out the
new sermons.
Satish Verma, 2 april 2023
Will you break the
golden triangle, one day,
and come to river?
Time-lapse memory.
I will meet you midway to
hold your rough hand.
Do me a favor.
Write the other name of fire.
When you walk on the
sleepingvipers.
Can you push the
rock like Sisyphus after
refusing to color the night?
Rose is rose. Can
you commit for black petals
which will stay
in hot sun?
Satish Verma, 1 april 2023
Sitting on a white
rose, the miniature god
writes the lines of life.
Inside animal implodes.
The dark blue blood has a
weird relationship
with broken limbs.
Dismembered,
I don't want to die again.
The bright Ariel claims
for the rebirth.
Was there a promise
to repair the flesh torn
out from the bones
of faith?
It is too much dark
here, I don't see your face.
Satish Verma, 31 march 2023
I am, because
you are not there.
In cold blood
you slice the moon
and drink the tears.
The forest path
opens for the shot
tigress. She will
survive.
A mysterious hand
picks up my name to
write a wounded
poem.
There was no war
between the gatherers
of blood-soaked shirts.
Will you come back
bone, flesh, heart?
Satish Verma, 30 march 2023
At life closing,
were you in peace
with your slips?
The weariness brings
a curse. You start
shredding.
Like a newfound
fossil egg, you kiss
the lost poem.
A dependent
wound stops hurting.
I bring a stoned version.
The moon and the
resurrected dream,
throw long shadows on lake.
My boat goes in flames.
Satish Verma, 29 march 2023
Your theme will
not endure the momentous
push. Stars are falling
one by one.
In row of skulls
time stands still, to revise
the angle of moon. Now
the words haunt. We are
in peace.
Will you embrace
the religion of trespassing
against rituals? You were
the creator, you were the destroyer.
Venus sleeps naked.
Talking of self, we
forget the nature of
vicious vipers. Can you play
with the flames of past?
Which of the god was not
a love child?
Satish Verma, 28 march 2023
Do not unveil the
wound of errors.
Let me in―
in your green eyes, where
the goddess weeps.
The terror changes
the polarity. You were in chains,
fighting the demons of sea.
Unlike moon, a star
plunges in valley of tears.
Who will measure
the depth of fall, from the
edge of life? Time has the
wings of golden eagle. It
flies on the peaks of thoughts.
And the merciless
gray of dementia wipes
out the words.
Satish Verma, 27 march 2023
Cannot undo, the
headless leap of faith.
It was not the answer.
A thousand moon
I will wait for the calamity, when
you come back with empty hands.
Playing Mozart,
I discover myself in the
jungle of antlers.
The grief survives
eternally. I arrange all
the words to spell correctly,
a white death.
The black tree
stumbles on pale moon.
The angel will not
open the door.
Satish Verma, 26 march 2023
Mauve detachment;
I wanted a short placenta.
The dust wants
to eat me. My legs give―
away, when sun goes
blind.
I will offer you
my dreams to nestle
in paws of destiny.
Don't walk on the
hot sands. They are going
to roast my poems.
I smell your pines
I drink your cones
Lake was inviting
the boat.
Satish Verma, 25 march 2023
A hard drink of
heartache, and you blink.
It was very difficult
to understand blues.
In black sky
you whimper and ask
only for the love to happen between
the sweaty hands.
The stings have
a job to do. They breed the
wasps amidst us. So your
signs bleed.
The night terrors
return. I touch the toxic
insignia. Such pure flesh
will kiss the poem.
Satish Verma, 21 march 2023
You had big
violence in your bones.
I suffered. Dream merchants
were ready to violate.
Benevolence descended
to know the depth of anger
in the eyes of the primate.
Why skin had gone thick?
The trapped scream
of the buds waits in lul
before the storm. Roses were
going to explode on the altar.
Bride comes slowly.
She had a date with
the thinking god. There would be
no consumption.
Satish Verma, 20 march 2023
You were dressed up
to burn. Tears had memory
pure as gold.
The ache of standing
in flames of tongue, to wash
the hands and underbelly.
Where would you
find the green words ready
to weave the silk?
that was my poverty
to mine the glass and mercury.
There was no inside,
no outside.
Give me the fever
as hot as moon, when you
harvest the sun beams.
Satish Verma, 19 march 2023
Where blue meets the
red, I will bring moon to cross
you river of tears.
Thousand suns away
the pygmy god sleeps in thatched
hut, to feel the pain.
When you swim in my
eyes, I become an ocean
to drown the deity.
Satish Verma, 18 march 2023
Returning to past
you tend to remain all mum,
murmuring nothing.
Measuring speed
of light coming from my eyes
without spilling dark.
What burns up, ejects
the sparks on your shroud
of three parting words.
Satish Verma, 17 march 2023
Retrieve me, by my
voice, to stay at the pause
between wounded words.
Unopened scar
beams from the moon to heal
the breached faith.
You know, lips always
remember the kiss of sun
in raging snow.
Satish Verma, 16 march 2023
Why Buddha waits for
Yasodhra, to become sane
and atone a sin.
The time was catching
up. Like someone plucks a
narcissus for prayer.
Pink and white, the
cherry blossom in your eyes
cracks the asphalt.
Satish Verma, 15 march 2023
In blue dawn
pure truth will hinge on the
personal moons.
I was ready to tell
you all rumors to learn the
art of mimicry.
The air smells of the
masks. Not fakes. Skin dries
up to dew emboss prints.
Satish Verma, 14 march 2023
You talk of evil,
I become incendiary.
The name had power.
Unthinkable. You
fight the lurid details of
chopping off fingers.
How would you write
the opus of human slip
for seeking royalty?
Satish Verma, 13 march 2023
Mauled, with no
known crime. Autumn wanted
to take revenge.
God's will, not the brown
eye's dilemma, to suck the
venom of moon.
How long the struggle
will continue to understand
the color of blood?
Satish Verma, 12 march 2023
Snow and Sparks. Methane
burns. I will scramble for the
moon in dark woods.
The desires leave
the scars in dreams. I walk in
sleep to touch you.
Where the world was
going? You dismember the
frog's limbs. No rapes.
Satish Verma, 11 march 2023
Like sphinx I put up
before you, three questions.
What was in a name?
A bane? Deceptive
image of a sin? Don't
give me everblooms.
You give brief
answers. I should know them. I
am setting you free.
Satish Verma, 10 march 2023
A secret poem for
you, to forget myself lost on the
noiseless sea.
Of words. Reclining
Buddha in dilemma, to
wake, not to wake.
I was on voyage
to find the bliss of salt
in starvation.
Satish Verma, 7 march 2023
How do I carry the
moon, wherever I go to search
you between the clouds.
Gradually, thoughts
become homeless. Can't catch
the wheezing flies.
Blaming self, the trunk
dies inside. No sap will
rise. No glue will roll.
Satish Verma, 6 march 2023
I want you to call
me, when my shirt was stainless
and sun was rising.
The monarch lands on
my book to read the verse―
meant for the moon.
The empty mind spins.
Script was totally burnt-out in
my voicelessness.
Satish Verma, 5 march 2023
The first stitch
of the poem. Painless words.
There was no song.
The lull before the
blast. Buddha bends to pick up
the tangerines.
Deep orange-red
sun rises to name the sin.
There was no saint.
Satish Verma, 4 march 2023
Love blooms in hush,
like cranberry. It heals soul,
half moon, half stings.
Gives you wisdom
to singe without flames
in month October.
Woe was done for,
when the snow comes in
to cover the scars.
Satish Verma, 3 march 2023
At dusk, I will smear
your lips to color the moons.
Acts like Midas touch.
The dunes tend to
shift from the shivering hands,
when the knuckles bend.
The scope expands.
You will walk on periphery.
I will tow the line.
Satish Verma, 1 march 2023
The fire thoughts rise,
when the stinging stubble burns
on your green face.
It doesn't smell, the
forked tongue. Taste was
sweet on the skin.
A crimson twilight
narrates the glory of sun,
inviting the moon.
Satish Verma, 27 february 2023
Would you remove
your mask once, and come to
me as you are?
Don't throw the pebbles
to skin my pain. The wound bleeds,
to quote the past.
I ask myself to
be quiet in this moon time.
Saint was turning red.
Satish Verma, 26 february 2023
When Rilke stops
whispering, I search
the cut flowers of gladioluses.
You don't speak
at all, blinking your eyes
anxiously. There was no
spate of quivering lips.
The exodus of long
breaths had the lethality.
Words come and go like,
a bunch of bees.
My problem was,
how to meet my beautiful
end.
The culture, the
wisdom would wait for
the angels.
Satish Verma, 25 february 2023
Something was left behind.
I was collecting all the
dried roses for the prison of
eyes. I ask myself― what was that.
Something was left behind.
A black rose? Near the
smoked candles of poems? A
tiger lily, still had the blood spots?
Why do I forget the precious things?
Something was left behind.
I wait for the butterfly,
to wake, which had breathed
last between the tender
moments. Why do I want?
Something was to be left behind!
Satish Verma, 24 february 2023
Space versus time.
You blend in my singularily
I will meet my other self
in the black hole.
Counting my heartbeats
I will cleave to you, but I find
that only my shadow―
walks with me.
With minimal touch of
love. I discover the asset of
stupidity. Like feeble thoughts would
swap for stinging tentacles.
A bizarre equation appears.
The fearsome becomes a jelly
fish. I am trying to give
a name to quarks.
Satish Verma, 22 february 2023
Don't read;
feel the words. They weep
in full moon.
The hills were
moving. Trees wouldn't
wear the dresses.
I was not ready
for autumn. Can you come
back after the death
of hope?
The stalkers
stand in queue
to harness the dark energy.
The frills were
beautiful. Face was missing.
Satish Verma, 21 february 2023
Dying inch by inch
to catch you between the poems
before night ends.
Life changes words
without sounds and vowels.
You will not find truth.
Create a wound
for me to print image
of fall from honeycomb.
Satish Verma, 20 february 2023
Your memory returns
to listen to waterfall
and watch sunset.
Body speaks to soul,
interpreting eternity.
Something doesn't die.
Whom to call in dark
when you blow-off the lantern?
Hail the arrow man?
Satish Verma, 18 february 2023
Reaching the end of
life, are you ready to listen
when I don't speak?
The charisma of
gods was wavering, you will
smear the poles red.
Step by step moon
climbs down, the blue lake, for
last rites of blaze.
Satish Verma, 17 february 2023
Ready to barter my
last wish with your tulips
glowing in eyes.
I didn't ask for
any help to decipher my
blue dream of edge.
Two little words may
be sufficient to
resuscitate charm.
Satish Verma, 16 february 2023
Adoration short of
consonants, was a sin
of little gods.
My silent prayers
beseeched you again, like
humming raindrops.
Kiss my bodiless
sleep in sad poems, when
the scars of words start
moaning.
Not to wake pain,
I held your hand for
eternity to write my epic.
I fumble, I forget.
The days I don't fall
in love with thorns.
Satish Verma, 15 february 2023
Who was honest to
toes, to take a flight
like a legend?
Hearing the voices
in head, you appeared as
a gift in dark.
Was there any code
of silence, in feeling a
guilt of smiling
when hurt?
I was talking of
basic pain, like a jasmine
to cuddle when touched
by a moonbeam.
Satish Verma, 14 february 2023
Lunatic will
not go for adultery, like
a river which doesn't come
face to face with ocean.
Ink of genuine
poetry spills on the wings
of a dying butterfly that spreads―
out without bleeding.
The poet has nothing else
to say. It was a spirtitual
fault. Man tries to overrun
the god.
The raging viper, likes
the soul, to negate the thoughts
towards anonymity to read
the age of sun.
Satish Verma, 13 february 2023
Your lips start
quivering, when I touch your
intimate aura.
My defence was
always neat, not to be
misled in half-light.
Why do we suffer
in the hands of the unknown,
when we know the ending?
Satish Verma, 12 february 2023
You own your breath,
talking to dust adrift.
Earth was dark and cool.
Heaven was hot bright.
Velvety black
night falls on the flowers
coming to see moon, like
in passive surrender.
A cloud sits on the
eyes. You were in haste.
There is no beginning, no end.
Salt water was panacea.
Death never comes
alone to carry the old
bags. Names were grafted in
the brown leaves.
Satish Verma, 11 february 2023
This saga follows
the stargazing of one
buried ethos.
Where the words stop
to transcreate the ruins of
hymnic heritage.
You cannot change
the world. World will change you
at the end of gaze.
Satish Verma, 10 february 2023
Coming of age
in dark waters of thoughts―
to swipe the moon.
Half-bread was
not sufficient for the earth.
We need some sky.
Words don't come
easy, from the scythe, to draw
a line on face.
Satish Verma, 9 february 2023
Don't bury my pain
in your sad blinking eyes.
It won't fill the void.
Who was evolved
from a cruel beast into
a human being?
Some pieces of
divinity survive in the
bright passion flowers.
Satish Verma, 8 february 2023
The lunacy of
touching you, to plug a―
hole, in your innocence.
I wanted to explore
the horizon in your eyes,
where sun meets moon,
in graveyard of sins
and virtues.
Before you had become
my shadow, I used to smell
a distant scent coming
from a slithering
wet body.
I fumble for the words
for mercy of pain. My desert
was once a sea.
Satish Verma, 7 february 2023
To begin again,
the travesty of understanding
life.
A mole, a warton
the face of fractured psyche,
I will never know you.
Generations bleed,
to feed the corpse flower―
of fraternity. I go
insane.
Going beyond the
touch of your life, I begin
to shred my forbidden
sin.
You know what
was classic love, to burn
like a moth on flame.
Satish Verma, 6 february 2023
Stay till end of
my poem, for
dying sun.
Howling winds searched
my body, my soul
when I stood alone.
The blue scorpion knows
its religion. That was predation.
Landfall for hungry.
If the blood leaks,
the victim sings for moksha.
Milking starts.
The golden leaves
are peeled off from the moon.
No night was safe.
Satish Verma, 5 february 2023
Didn't agree to
sell the dream, for afterlife.
There was dread of
crossing the graves.
Moon intends to
come one step closer, to
find your candor. The innards
wouldn't take off the veil.
There was no iconic
shadow. Hope was fading.
Time to confront the unexpected
assault. Light enters from a crack.
What could be a
second coming of realization
on week legs, in twilight
of disturbing truths?
I am holding the mirror
at a distance.
Satish Verma, 4 february 2023
Weeping asokas were talking.
Only THE Plato will tell
the truth about republic.
I was shaken like
dew drops on grass in whirlwind.
No end of unending.
Moon goes on rampage.
When will you meet me in charisma
of midnight September?
Mankind will not
change. The stones roll down
to remain afloat in river.
Take off your hand
from my shoulder. You have
to go for a long journey
without me.
Satish Verma, 3 february 2023
Truth survived between us.
You were my anthem―
in dying light.
Like a crucible, the
absent moon, fills it with a poem.
Maybe you will find the signs.
That the illusion
transcends the truth, and
becomes blue.
Who will be born―
again in the ambit of
slavery and deliverance?
Ah, the tragedy
of life was, to give
away the honey to insectivores.
Satish Verma, 1 february 2023
How would you retrieve
the soul of moon? There was
not enough darkness.
Long back, the ink
was always black, and
the words would tremble
like aspen.
The echo comes
loudly resounding the green
valley's anguish.
Don't hit me,
by a vivid farewell. Buried
one's head in poems
somebody walks through you.
The wound had been― still raw.
A panther jumps on the antelope.
Satish Verma, 31 january 2023
Cuddling instinct.
Was that important to
hug a bear?
Standing like a
candlestick, you want to
touch the blue sky.
What emotions do―
you need to beat the
unbroken kisses?
Something crashes
inside, like bone china
to mimic the brutal
fall.
Be some tender―
to me, I am carrying
a burning glass.
Satish Verma, 30 january 2023
I was hungry
and you fed the tiger
back and forth.
And then a fierce
battle commenced between
lie and truth.
In temple of eyes
deities were disappearing.
There was no signs
of large fig tree, under which
you can sit to become wise.
Satish Verma, 29 january 2023
You begin and end
in sameness. The trust will
veer you back home.
I won't teach you
to define dignity of
salt in brown eyes.
I knew, the bridge
was going to collapse
one day on water.
Satish Verma, 28 january 2023
Kissing under the
mistletoe. Moon puckers
wearing a hijab.
The creed tumbles,
for vast and open space,
to remove zeros.
Treat me as I was.
The shadow falls on lake
when time freezes.
Satish Verma, 27 january 2023
My charm lies. You
will not come in this poem
without toes.
An amputee runs
on blades to wipe out
tears of colossus.
How do you know, the
karma always walks bare
foot in dry river?
Satish Verma, 26 january 2023
This was eerie
in blue seizures. Half-mother
was ready to defend.
The sun, spins the hot
ash overnight. The waste land
will never answer.
You wake and lose
the rare event of alchemy.
Gold turns to base metal.
Satish Verma, 24 january 2023
Words of violence,
violence of words. From where
these letters come?
The duplicity of
message unfolds the snaky
chess play of destiny.
Dreams, they will fly
away like sparrowS in a
troupe of actors.
Satish Verma, 23 january 2023
Will go sepia, if
you are black. No shipwreck was
visible after.
Let colosseum
break in, under the glass ceiling.
Come September.
The end dance begins.
There was no cracks in the
moon, lips waiting.
Satish Verma, 22 january 2023
Between us was
left a prelude. I open
the ruined book.
Why there was other
pain in eyes. Differentia?
Of unknown feel?
A creeper climbs,
your small window of psyche.
Jets ethereal spray.
Satish Verma, 20 january 2023
Is it sacrilege?
Half-men were becoming―
predators? Insects?
That transcends the
sounds of agitated earth.
You don't bend to kiss.
A perverted sense―
prevails. Listen to rustling
of darkened night.
Satish Verma, 18 january 2023
You had failed me―
god, when angst was burning
my fingers to write.
A poem. Mauve-blue
lips go into a seizure,
to fight the demons.
Delphinium's spur
trembles without any wind. An
angel has fallen.
Satish Verma, 17 january 2023
Mysterious weather.
You cannot breath in rose
garden. Time crawls.
You cannot smile.
The raid on cuckoo's nest was
disastrous. No eggs.
You can see through
walls. Undressing was a ritual
to shed all the norms.
Satish Verma, 16 january 2023
The flame springs to
burn my hand. Blood drips drop
by drop from a hole.
I am signing red.
Inertia sits in the veins.
Do not know any god.
End and beginning
have become one. I will
calculate sins.
Satish Verma, 15 january 2023
To my horror, you
become a seadragon
and carry my legacy.
With kiss of flames,
the unique courtship ends.
Not to touch again.
How sparkling teeth
bite pink flesh, to taste
angel of sea.
Satish Verma, 14 january 2023
Escorting the ache
for a bath in tears for
the sake of feel.
Love was moving
towards west. Angst of living
on the sands of time.
This was killing. He
will celebrate the blurred
vision of bright sun.
Satish Verma, 13 january 2023
Between the hills,
were you ready for a
snakebite ritual?
What was the choice
between a triangle and
a silver dewdrop?
The birthmark swells
after taste of venom.
Silent prayer fails.
Satish Verma, 12 january 2023
Everything begins
with numbers, the curves.
The cleavage drops.
History is written.
Young times. You grow old
in shade of stars.
Brave words carry the
burden of weightless truths.
Moon immolates.
Satish Verma, 11 january 2023
Why incomplete
embrace of death drinking
ambrosia of sin?
It starts from grave.
The vision― to find the truth
of life in absent maths.
A very short poem
will search path. There was no
answer in your eyes.
Satish Verma, 10 january 2023
Your voice has dimmed.
I cannot catch your
beautiful profile.
Wanted to see you,
where you were not present.
O god! who was running
this weird world?
Prepare for a
heat stroke in moonlight.
Naked as a blank paper.
Can you print
the end of unending?
Do not want to call
seers. I will search myself
to know the meaning of
dying gracefully.
Were you ready to become
a silhouette?
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