Satish Verma, 15 stycznia 2024
Unclench your fist.
Release the fireflies.
It is getting dark.
The moonflowers
are in full bloom, opening
at dusk till noon.
In the morning
I will unlock the moon
to go back its home.
Satish Verma, 13 stycznia 2024
The veiled buds for
you, living on the moon,
in explicit shades.
Why didn't you leave
a trail of disaster, after
hissing the last breath?
I was to be me,
looking at the clock unblinking,
to stop the era.
Satish Verma, 12 stycznia 2024
Unsung something,
in space, in other life
can I raise you?
The aureole
cannot be resurrected
like Lazarus.
Fading jasmines
make me mad looking
at moon rise.
Satish Verma, 11 stycznia 2024
How much was space
between you and me in
legacy of moon?
Like the mayfly you
have no lips, no mouth.
Let's live for a day.
You may like to
salvage the broken wall
for our home.
Satish Verma, 9 stycznia 2024
There was no one
at my back. A very tall moon
stitches your name.
I wash your body
in tears to the concept
of undying love―
When the light goes,
trees start falling to pay
homage to roots.
Satish Verma, 8 stycznia 2024
Everyone would
wait for the death. It should be
beautiful. No rider.
An unspoken word
simmers in eyes for last
kiss of golden sun.
You want to move
away from yourself to reach
end of your pain.
Satish Verma, 7 stycznia 2024
The chilling offer
of thumbs in the voyage
of monk's insanity.
Sun stops for while
to steal the time, separating
poem from poem.
You may like to
destroy the hemorrhaging
moon before dawn.
Satish Verma, 6 stycznia 2024
Never had been
at distant pain to hear
the water's song.
At interstices
of tears, threads, filter
the salt of soul.
Muscularity of
oath melts. The fusion cracks.
You move away.
Satish Verma, 5 stycznia 2024
Would we meet
again under half moon
in wounded light?
In the aura of
bleeding pain, I inhale
your parting kiss.
You are weighless
now, sleeping on air bed
to float in scented sky.
Satish Verma, 4 stycznia 2024
Moon was slit in
neck tonight. Can you explore
unutterable words?
A mysterious hand
rows your boat in inner
water intoning bliss.
You will quit softly
I will caress your soul
in the tucked pain.
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