Satish Verma, 21 lutego 2024
When you shed face
I will wait for your rebirth
like Luna Moth.
Would have been
an achievement had you
remained human!
Why should we live
in different time circles
of awakening?
Satish Verma, 20 lutego 2024
Asking moon to
be mine at the time of
hyphens and the dots.
Of agony. Burn all
the pages of book. No
marigolds to toss.
The worn body wears
the cloak of yesteryears,
walking bare hands.
Satish Verma, 19 lutego 2024
In your nirvana
border pains continue to
find inner peace.
Hope has no flesh
and bones. Difficult to
tame my blue body.
A butterfly lands
on your lips to cover
eternal smile.
Satish Verma, 18 lutego 2024
I stand in middle
of water and juxta pose the days.
Words come and go. Havens beefed.
Who bargained the faux pas?
Don't dismantle my dream world. I have
reached the edge of dying child of god.
No complaints. It is raining.
Blood is buried in the greens. I
don't doubt the integrity of the failure.
Satish Verma, 16 lutego 2024
The orphan asked
grim reaper, do we live
after the death?
Does the creator
also dies to beborn
again to regret?
Were you loyal
to humanity? What was
religion of god?
Satish Verma, 15 lutego 2024
Sometimes I will
miss you badly. You won't cry
easily unashamed.
Legacy of stairwell?
Wanting peace? Dying was
beautiful. Don't go.
When the words quit
your lips would move noiselessly
silent holocaust.
Satish Verma, 13 lutego 2024
Nothing to put in
words. You had placed
ampersands between
the names.
The subject you
wouldn't give up in summer
sun.The wars and moon walk.
One small hole
in the sleeve of Grim Reaper
ready to burn the house
of an angel.
One day you will
come back from odyssey
empty-handed. The
hummingbird had left the nest.
The game was not
yet over. The prophet
waits at the gate to welcome
dervish coming bare foot.
Satish Verma, 12 lutego 2024
Learning the art
of dying, cheating the ghosts,
talking to moon children.
Will you believe in
so much of death? An
octopus darting on sands?
In self-awareness
you look at the vast water.
The lake will accept you.
Aimlessly you want
to drift. A sick feeling takes
revenge and turns you into stone.
Somebody smiles.
Flickers like a candle,
before shutting down the beats.
Satish Verma, 11 lutego 2024
Supernova of love.
The black light. Was it a biographical
trauma to pay the respect way too far?
Beyond the truth, was
I there? I need not hunt the
gods to show me the human tragedy.
Is it the necessity to
follow the eternal faults? Wouldn't
become a subject to understand life.
Satish Verma, 10 lutego 2024
Transparency.
Where were you in dark,
in my intense moments?
A lonely spirit will
try to meet you
in blue moon.
Wading in shallow
waters, you speak slowly
to defend depth of pain.
The absolute
becomes nude. There was
no limit to draw the blood.
Uncensored, I
set up the stage for a
guillotine to punish sun.
It was a bright
sun day. The bells
will not ring.
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