Satish Verma, 13 july 2023
When destiny blinked,
you were nowhere in sight
to say goodbye.
Moonwise it was
fine. I would not see
your inside ever.
No good thing will
cross in the way to river.
No salt an the rocks.
Satish Verma, 12 july 2023
Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed
during the starless sky.
When it is pitch dark
you open the hidden myths of
hanging China rose.
A world dies under
the Chinar tree to save a
rising crimson sun.
Satish Verma, 10 july 2023
You would repeat,
not going tears, for the
sake of moon.
Why a spark floats
in water of eyes to
burn vocabulary?
Breaths don't meet
now, under the red hollyhocks,
hanging to embrace.
Satish Verma, 8 july 2023
And it was in, and
it is out, your crazy crush
for waning moon.
You will survive,
when death opens the mouth
like black hole.
The tangerines
remain fidel to sun
after wild fire.
Satish Verma, 7 july 2023
I stand in pristine
fire pit, fighting vampires.
You bring black ice.
Migrating to moon?
Are you sure of the
honeymoon's awards.
Talking of karma
I don't believe in rebirth.
It were all my sins.
Satish Verma, 6 july 2023
Gene-edited,
manhood was taking punches.
I wasn't sure of me.
Let spider weave
an exotic home. Black,
moon walks free of trap.
God's monologue
continues to catch the stolen
words of stained men.
Satish Verma, 5 july 2023
It was not enough.
Your charity to feed raptors
with two supple hands.
Birds of prey will want
your flesh, bones and eyes.
Don't nod your head.
Can you walk over
the burning coals to prove
virtuous chastity?
Satish Verma, 4 july 2023
You did not give,
what I asked for moksha.
Luminary god fails.
Looking in water
hole you think of inverted
tornado in sky.
Where the truth has
gone to find the myth of dying
in eyes of moon?
Satish Verma, 3 july 2023
Half moons in eyes,
you want to change gender
like a fallen god.
Was it possible
to become a walnut
in new half globes?
A fireball slips
from the sky to collect the
colors of kites.
Satish Verma, 2 july 2023
Nothing was taboo
for the god climbers.
Will stay at temple.
This was a murder
intrigue, unparalleled
in history of man.
The great walls of
mind protect the liberal.
A lover of moon.
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