Satish Verma, 26 października 2024
Holed up
in my book
I find peace.
Riding moon, you don't
reach the other world.
Voiceless in
grief the words don't land
on paper.
The salamander
slips back in black hole
to taste old blood.
The holy place
ignites.
Satish Verma, 25 października 2024
Stay with me to
see the blitzkrieg of comets
with long tails to shame moon.
I walk into the
trap laid by clever goons of thorn.
The tulips remain quiet.
The sharp tongues
throw the sinkers in sea.
There was no boat in sight.
Satish Verma, 21 października 2024
I cannot pretend
you are far away like stars
when your songs hug me.
Grass green my poems
wait for the dew drops like
tears of the moon.
My warrior sleeps
in snow, till my love like
sun, wakes you up.
Satish Verma, 20 października 2024
My moon crashed
on the terrace tonight. I want
to say good night queen!
Collecting the ash
from the forehead of sun I
ask the cobra to strike.
Where will you find
hemlock? It slowly ascends
the limbs. Like my dream.
Satish Verma, 19 października 2024
I may be saying
goodbye under the stars dust.
At distance moon burned.
I was not familiar
with the shadow of eyes, that
moves faster then vision.
The morning sun
uncovers the pain of sky. How
far was the lotus in lake?
Satish Verma, 18 października 2024
That used to cover me.
My poetics. Now stars drag
the space and time.
This was a poet's dream.
It will wash away the wounds
of my past one day.
Why didn't you give
me a kiss a day, when I had
burned my pale hands?
Satish Verma, 17 października 2024
My bruised words
explode. I don't find any
meaning in life.
Why you meet a cobra
and shut your eyes? Time? Will
not wait for the birth of sun?
Darkness breeds thoughts
I break you first then remake
you in twilight to welcome moon.
Satish Verma, 15 października 2024
A drop of ocean
in your eyes goes pink.
A beautiful sunset.
If ever I lose you
I will never believe in
blue darkness of lips.
Tell me who was the
killer when I said I love you
to the end of earth.
Satish Verma, 13 października 2024
Between love and hate
how do I meet you, when you
reject the kiss of flame?
This was invisible
love, before sunrise. Dream gazer
goes green in dark.
Hawthorn waits today
of another god's son. Do you
believe in bloodless murder?
Satish Verma, 12 października 2024
Moon disrobed today
to show the wounds. Why
were you bending a lot?
There was tremendous
bone loss. You would not jump
the pain. You touch my arm.
Then bare chest sweats.
You have to dig the answers
from the buried questions.
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