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.
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