Satish Verma, 16 czerwca 2023
Speechless, I start
adoring you, separating
the milk and water.
You talk of divine
touch of agni of moon.
Who was sun's daughter?
Can you recite a
mantra to wake a sleeping
angel to hold light?
Satish Verma, 15 czerwca 2023
A blood oath you
made stabbing the moon.
Will not wait for sun.
Never bled the light
in dark to watch your face
in gleaming tears.
Would you like to
sit under the bodhi tree
to take in Buddha?
Satish Verma, 13 czerwca 2023
A blood oath you
made stabbing the moon.
Will not wait for sun.
Never bled the light
in dark to watch your face
in gleaming tears.
Would you like to
sit under the bodhi tree
to take in Buddha?
Satish Verma, 10 czerwca 2023
A deathless shadow
follows us O god. Your pain
was bigger than me.
Each day bears a
witness of my love for dying
truth in your hands.
A damper brings fog
in eyes. I cannot read
your citations.
Satish Verma, 9 czerwca 2023
Abdicating your
throne, O god, I am not
worthy of human being.
Has the man risen
from the salamander's leg
severed from body?
At the mercy of a
creator's path you will not
find peace at end.
Satish Verma, 8 czerwca 2023
Like a hot cinder
on the black paper, makes
a hole in heart.
Your zodiac sign
will burn under the moon.
The other side cries.
The fair queen has
a scar on forehead. Third
eye was waning.
Satish Verma, 7 czerwca 2023
It was scary to
listen to the sounds of
your glossy tresses.
To taste flavours
of your lips in return
for bleeds of poems.
The panther. He goes
a kill a day. Will change
legitimately?
Satish Verma, 6 czerwca 2023
You filter time.
Time filters you.
I catch the words.
The empty bowl
of a fakir betrays the fabric
of life, without seeking.
Mid winter I will ask―
the moon not to freeze.
Some sounds you will not hear.
Tearing the fog, I
wanted to teach you the language
of pain, becoming cold.
Like meteor of
a melting star, you were moving
away faster than light.
Satish Verma, 5 czerwca 2023
You did not give
space, for a random kiss.
Winter loss?
I will not find you
in spring. The buried roots
of a fallen tree, fail
to wake up.
Days pass dying.
A soft retreat from
commitments. Slow poisoning.
The empty house.
You should plow through the memories
of unlived in dreams.
There is no cue.
How will you bring sparrows
to breed on ventilators.
Satish Verma, 4 czerwca 2023
Like hungry jaguar
I hunted you
in music of limbs.
The thrust played
a game of hide and seek
between the islands.
It should not have
happened like this. The covert
rowing. Sea never forgives.
The ache has
a continuity. The lost tribe
still wants to remain
untraced.
Time makes you strong.
One day you score a
unique myth.
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