Satish Verma, 17 grudnia 2022
The second death
of orange-moon in―
blood, when sun sleeps.
The magic over.
I am tired of mystery to
die in blue light.
Anxiety rises. You
want to become a prophet
after losing esteem.
Satish Verma, 16 grudnia 2022
Break the bread.
Someone waits under
evergreen tree.
*
The tormentor does
not know the angst of falling
palm leaf from the trunk.
*
I will take goggles
to cover my red eyes from
the glare of iceberg.
Satish Verma, 15 grudnia 2022
Wash your eyes
with Dusty Miller. You will be
able to read me.
*
The ritual was to
pick mushroom under your
feet, not to hurt―
*
on the way to meet
god. Why the violence survives
when blood dries up?
Satish Verma, 14 grudnia 2022
Mate, I don't know,
how to deceive you in bush.
I was born in sun.
*
Ardor moves in
orbs, which have no silver.
Only tangents will meet.
*
Do not define
any kinship between- two
wounded birds in sky.
Satish Verma, 13 grudnia 2022
Unbashed you
come and go in dreams,
like chrysanthemum.
*
In captivity
of clouds, the moon paints
your eyes with tears.
*
Dethronement of
roses was the art of
bare all artist.
Satish Verma, 12 grudnia 2022
Surging tears
let me go, in rivers.
Sun will find shade.
*
Lunar eclipse
will not spill blood on road.
Reflection of self?
*
Time lives in
veins. The past and future
meet in present.
Satish Verma, 11 grudnia 2022
The ink was fading.
I don't want to stay on the
right side of time.
*
Thoughts will mute. You
cast another spell on poems
I feel presence.
*
After arrival,
there was no departure.
Spirit will hover.
Satish Verma, 10 grudnia 2022
How do I find out
in dreams, when you hide―
behind your eyes?
*
Venerating age
was brutal. Everyday I
count my lost coins.
*
Your hands tremor
after the cruel retraction of
knife from the poems.
Satish Verma, 9 grudnia 2022
The inscribed stone
winks at moon to compare
smudges on face.
*
I ask myself to know
thyself. Life will smell the blood,
of what hurt your dream.
*
Will not erase your
name from jessamine.
Winter always waits.
Satish Verma, 7 grudnia 2022
A grim reminder.
Ah! the lunar cycle again
hurts. Candle burns at―
*
both the ends. Book
was closed for eternity.
Red moon bleeds.
*
I dip my fingers in
moonlight to smeat your
memories silver.
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