Satish Verma, 19 kwietnia 2024
A forgotten truth
lands softly on the wet grass.
I had lost the words.
The moon was cut on
table to taste the honey of
towering love.
The hidden face
in womb of the earth smiles
in darkness of pain.
Satish Verma, 18 kwietnia 2024
I would be thinking
of you in dangerous journey.
Who was redeemer?
When tree eats
its own roots, I become
sad. What role I play?
Thoughts tremble.
I cannot stop you burning.
I weep with my God.
Satish Verma, 17 kwietnia 2024
Did you open it,
the red rose? Was it a sacrilege
to give an erotic response?
Golden door seldom
opens. We want eye contact
with the sun, envious of the moon.
A cut in pitch black
does not bring the light. The moon
always waits for the lover.
Satish Verma, 15 kwietnia 2024
I had my scars.
This war will not end any day,
fighting with my brute.
Your presence I
feel in my wounds. Will not
convert meinto martyr.
Soon I will pick
up bloody path of learning,
what I am, I was.
Satish Verma, 14 kwietnia 2024
Migration continues,
me to you. Conception guides
you to deep sea.
At middle― of pain
there can be mass extinction
of thoughts. You stay.
Like printing on
tablet of psyche, my genre of
immortal yearning.
Satish Verma, 13 kwietnia 2024
Season's intimacy
starts schooling you. The voice
halts the bloodshed.
From bone to bone.
Love is halved, flesh here
and there. No bargains.
Let me touch your
sprinkling glass, before you move
a step to sip hemlock.
Satish Verma, 12 kwietnia 2024
In its entirety your
life was a truth. Then why were
you tethered to sky?
You will shut your
eyes to hide the squint
of moon in distress.
How do I deliver
the pain of crying earth under
the blood clouds?
Satish Verma, 11 kwietnia 2024
Sometimes it
was better, not to know the
intrigues of temples.
Nude bodies on
ancient walls beseech all day
for liberation.
A love story will
always fascinate you, with
a gender healing.
Satish Verma, 10 kwietnia 2024
Sitting at seeding
time, tasting elixir of death
before you were born.
Can you tell me, how
much I had lived with you
without tragedies?
Blackout filters
the light to come to eyes.
I don't want to see end.
Satish Verma, 8 kwietnia 2024
The kindness drips,
when you stop writing about
yourself in sun.
The war continues
between dust and stars under
the gaze of Agni.
Part by part you
are throwing your flesh
to red eagles.
Satish Verma, 7 kwietnia 2024
In my smallness
I think tall. Nymphs want to
become ageless.
Black earth moves
the moon― Spirits were
saddened. Mayflies.
Would die in one
day. The wholeness has a
purpose to kill.
Satish Verma, 5 kwietnia 2024
Walking in sleep
you tiptoed as if gliding
on the cold water.
The forest weeps.
Burning and billowing
for the deathless mind.
No slogans. I will
wear the hijab of moon
to meet my lover.
Satish Verma, 4 kwietnia 2024
You are in
anaphylaxis. A prayer
on the blue lips.
The weightless time
knows the secret of past
and future game.
The incisors of
ancient skull of Lucy
had remained intact.
Satish Verma, 3 kwietnia 2024
I dream to you.
You were moving like a space
rock ready to collide.
Everyone reaches
to one's own end any day.
What would you carry?
You may need to
sedate yourself. It is a
long pain to live.
Satish Verma, 2 kwietnia 2024
The troubled mind
seeks boundless words
for eccentricity.
You grab the hidden
kiss. Give me the smile
of a mooned heart.
At dusk you will talk
with eyes, trembling hands
igniting dry tips.
Satish Verma, 29 marca 2024
You teach me to
cry for the lost future after
yestergain offered
In a sacrifice
ritual. Blue lines are
appearing on my hands.
The child was walking
towards moon at apogee
but light was very dim.
Satish Verma, 28 marca 2024
Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon
felled off at guillotine.
Let go. I am afraid
of myself. It is no time to
commensurate with love.
What was unsaid, will
speak eyes on their own. Give back
my basket of roses.
Satish Verma, 27 marca 2024
A crowd of clones
was picking up sleeveless
shirts from potter's field.
Strangely nobody knows,
who were you after the
last laugh of the destiny.
The passion takes
you towards burning ghat, where
ultimate truth was hanged.
Satish Verma, 26 marca 2024
Sometime I want
to say to myself, why don't
you walk the ramp―
of burning Amazon.
The naveus was becoming
darker on moon.
You partition
the souls and then begin
climbing the rising sun.
Satish Verma, 25 marca 2024
Like ghost particles
we came near each other
to generate sparks.
You would not read
what you had written on
my pulsating forehead.
I will wait for you
in timeless space for
your surrender on pyre.
Satish Verma, 24 marca 2024
Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that
was going to throw the moon.
The oleander wears
the roses without thorns. But you
cannot keep the facts without blood.
Would you tell the truth?
What I think gets printed on your
face. The beginning resembles the end.
Satish Verma, 23 marca 2024
I dig your secret
life, under wraps of clouds
amid sun and moon.
A chance to learn
the mystical Pythagorean
shift of love's angle.
Crypticarithmetic
peels of the pain from space
and time of body.
Satish Verma, 21 marca 2024
A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was
live to offer apology.
We are fond of
picking the rocks, falling from
sky of unknown god.
The distance increases
when you give a call in
valley of loud echoes.
Satish Verma, 19 marca 2024
Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you
to beautiful soliloquy.
Truth decays when
it is not part of divine voice.
I will swim in your eyes.
The godly hands one day will
succeed to revive the
meaning of your life.
Satish Verma, 18 marca 2024
Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready
to set on spires.
Watching a pome
to fall from wisdom tree
to color your smile.
Goddess surrenders.
Eve commits suicide.
Adam quits home.
Satish Verma, 17 marca 2024
The contours of
jutting bones refuse to
move. Poverty repeats.
Questions. Untouched
remains human behavior
of caged parrots.
Would you spare
some time to read lines
on the face of Sun?
Satish Verma, 16 marca 2024
O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you
bleed the colors?
Calm down. Virginity
is out for lisping. Impaled,
the spirit ― starts dying.
Don't sell the body
of the poem. Can you ask
the songbird to stop?
Satish Verma, 15 marca 2024
Would you remain
you, after the time lapse?
There was no terror.
I could not change
you. Death to me. Scarred
in your courtyard.
Moon shot failed.
Petals of blood rose fly. I
hear some footfalls.
Satish Verma, 14 marca 2024
The mission to
know myself failed.
Accepted the gift of nemesis
I will still breathe.
Every end comes slowly.
Distance makes it easy.
A gorgeous moment helps
in darkest phase.
Myth of invincibility
cracks, in the dawn
of miracles. The vibes take
over the song of shadows.
The trial begins.
You have to prove the depth
of kissing of stings.
Every word was not true.
Satish Verma, 12 marca 2024
Things go beyond your
vision. I transcend gods,
punished by crowds.
Writing history.
I want to disagree
with the story of
headless accession.
The valley has
bloomed indigo. Red
stars in grey sky
start wailing.
When earth moves
in dark. Sun brightens
the saddened face
of kismet.
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