Satish Verma, 28 december 2022
The craft of
creating darkness in
bright sun.
like boat
docking without sea.
A sloth bear―
was sharpening
carved claws to climb the
vertical rage.
Ruins of past
glitter in dense moonlight.
You stand under a fig.
What spectacle
you want to decipher
during bloodbath?
Something else
should have happened
in the dying light?
Satish Verma, 27 december 2022
In deep space―
I will not jump
off the ledge.
Blood waits―
to anoint your forehead
for a final call.
Memory crawls―
slithering, to feel
the sacred shroud.
Did you find
my footprints on the
rare altar?
Some days god weeps.
There was no need to sleep
like Buddha!
The spirit had
walked away from
ravaged frame.
Satish Verma, 26 december 2022
Swear me, to the end
of the beginning. Of
impossible. I wanted to
talk to honeybees. Why the
queen had left the nest
for the sweet wounds?
The intruder holds the
citadel for a ransom. Innocent
storms, will not break, massive
walls of pride. I
stand in queue to fight
with my destiny. One last time.
Nobody wants to be bisexual.
The pomegranates swell.
Fantasies swim in eyes.
I rewrite the names of
colored absconders.
Satish Verma, 25 december 2022
You were my deepest
secret, like a blue
diamond. Playing with
children's moon, sun
releases you from chattel's
bonding.
Who was an abettor
in dark, when fireflies
were starting a mass
funeral? Moon was very
hot and you won't touch
it any more.
There was always an
ethnic rivalry, between
planets and stars. Anexoplanet
peeps into the field of
red clovers. Someone wants
to develop a progeny.
Satish Verma, 24 december 2022
Thin lips will quiver
to say something before
committing a sin.
You want to live
to think about the finish
of uncorruptible!
Does the divinity
break the sculpture and goes
to sleep in moon?
Satish Verma, 23 december 2022
No abode for me.
Still seeking impossible―
to find your home.
To define dharma,
when cosmic law of bridal
cannibalism ups.
For trans humanity.
I am sorry to ignite the
volcano in sea.
Satish Verma, 22 december 2022
To understand your
niche, I listen to echoes.
Moon will draw a map.
No beginning, no
end. Arguments continue
till the next world.
To go, not to go
was acrude dilemma.
The volcano waits.
Satish Verma, 21 december 2022
It is a harmless
bloodbath under the moon,
when you stop moving.
Ripples on cheeks
deepen in the fog, that will
settle on red eyes.
Someone should
lift the burden of life from
the trembling hymns.
Satish Verma, 19 december 2022
Like flint, I knew,
it won't work from beginning.
I wait for red moon.
A tragedy was to―
happen. So it happened.
Suddenly one day!
Could you halt it,
the engulfing inferno―
blazing the home?
Satish Verma, 18 december 2022
A tardy spirit, when
you cannot change yourself.
The blue birds laugh.
Most needed was
the economy of words for
the brutal future.
Take my footpath
and walk towards the galaxy
to read human cost.
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