steve, 31 march 2024
Do you know how hard it is.. to lay down next to you...
To know that I can't touch you.. you don't want me too,
Do you know how much it breaks my heart.. to look into your eye's...
After all the years that we've been friends.. you still make me cry,
Do you know that I can hardly breath.. when I get too close to you...
And your the one who has control.. of what I say or do,
Do you know how much I need to feel, the heat beneath your skin...
Never knowing the time or place, or even "if or when",
For I have no control, and to need you more than air...
To risk my heart and soul, when I'm not sure you even care,
Should I say goodbye and walk away, or should I hang on still...
Knowing you may never care, and that I always will.
Satish Verma, 29 march 2024
You teach me to
cry for the lost future after
yestergain offered
In a sacrifice
ritual. Blue lines are
appearing on my hands.
The child was walking
towards moon at apogee
but light was very dim.
Satish Verma, 28 march 2024
Who had punished
the earth? Her head of moon
felled off at guillotine.
Let go. I am afraid
of myself. It is no time to
commensurate with love.
What was unsaid, will
speak eyes on their own. Give back
my basket of roses.
Satish Verma, 27 march 2024
A crowd of clones
was picking up sleeveless
shirts from potter's field.
Strangely nobody knows,
who were you after the
last laugh of the destiny.
The passion takes
you towards burning ghat, where
ultimate truth was hanged.
Satish Verma, 26 march 2024
Sometime I want
to say to myself, why don't
you walk the ramp―
of burning Amazon.
The naveus was becoming
darker on moon.
You partition
the souls and then begin
climbing the rising sun.
Satish Verma, 25 march 2024
Like ghost particles
we came near each other
to generate sparks.
You would not read
what you had written on
my pulsating forehead.
I will wait for you
in timeless space for
your surrender on pyre.
Satish Verma, 24 march 2024
Pebbles in hand, nudge
to start talking about the life that
was going to throw the moon.
The oleander wears
the roses without thorns. But you
cannot keep the facts without blood.
Would you tell the truth?
What I think gets printed on your
face. The beginning resembles the end.
Satish Verma, 23 march 2024
I dig your secret
life, under wraps of clouds
amid sun and moon.
A chance to learn
the mystical Pythagorean
shift of love's angle.
Crypticarithmetic
peels of the pain from space
and time of body.
Satish Verma, 21 march 2024
A tragic turn.
Mid story bleeds. No one was
live to offer apology.
We are fond of
picking the rocks, falling from
sky of unknown god.
The distance increases
when you give a call in
valley of loud echoes.
Satish Verma, 19 march 2024
Do not, meditate.
Random words would take you
to beautiful soliloquy.
Truth decays when
it is not part of divine voice.
I will swim in your eyes.
The godly hands one day will
succeed to revive the
meaning of your life.
Satish Verma, 18 march 2024
Walls are suddenly
lit. Sun was getting ready
to set on spires.
Watching a pome
to fall from wisdom tree
to color your smile.
Goddess surrenders.
Eve commits suicide.
Adam quits home.
Satish Verma, 17 march 2024
The contours of
jutting bones refuse to
move. Poverty repeats.
Questions. Untouched
remains human behavior
of caged parrots.
Would you spare
some time to read lines
on the face of Sun?
Satish Verma, 16 march 2024
O moon, when I
stalk you, why do you
bleed the colors?
Calm down. Virginity
is out for lisping. Impaled,
the spirit ― starts dying.
Don't sell the body
of the poem. Can you ask
the songbird to stop?
Satish Verma, 15 march 2024
Would you remain
you, after the time lapse?
There was no terror.
I could not change
you. Death to me. Scarred
in your courtyard.
Moon shot failed.
Petals of blood rose fly. I
hear some footfalls.
Satish Verma, 14 march 2024
The mission to
know myself failed.
Accepted the gift of nemesis
I will still breathe.
Every end comes slowly.
Distance makes it easy.
A gorgeous moment helps
in darkest phase.
Myth of invincibility
cracks, in the dawn
of miracles. The vibes take
over the song of shadows.
The trial begins.
You have to prove the depth
of kissing of stings.
Every word was not true.
Satish Verma, 12 march 2024
Things go beyond your
vision. I transcend gods,
punished by crowds.
Writing history.
I want to disagree
with the story of
headless accession.
The valley has
bloomed indigo. Red
stars in grey sky
start wailing.
When earth moves
in dark. Sun brightens
the saddened face
of kismet.
Satish Verma, 11 march 2024
A poet's eye
sails from room to room.
Do you know which wall
opened to devour my love?
I had wished to see
the femineity of moon risen.
It had burned my
lips like cinders.
In very dark time
big China roses were waiting
to honour the anonymous
author of gravity.
I don't hear your
voice in cloudburst.
Fragile poems will cry―
if you don't open the fist.
Satish Verma, 10 march 2024
Pain indigo of
half-moon, will travel
from head to toes.
You cannot carry
your own weight on rocks
of life without tears
Of mortification.
Perhaps one day you slip
the crude slaying.
Satish Verma, 9 march 2024
I promise
I will not write your
name, on black wall
of brutal moon.
Your footprints
after walking on―
burning coals
still smell of cologne.
Your presence
sits in my poems. Do
we become human after
separation?
Don't hurl the questions.
There are no burning answers
in my hand. The truth was
dying between the words.
Satish Verma, 8 march 2024
I could not mediate.
God died in my home. Osho
was talking brazenly?
What you are, I
ask myself. The sleeping
moon knows my falls.
Who unmade the
beautiful dream of a
stricken angel's rise?
Satish Verma, 6 march 2024
Blue planet
remains sad. Nowadays
moon rises late.
A perpetual messenger,
grey sky, writes an
accidental poem.
I read the saddened
moon's face to condole
the river, for the loss
of its unique lover.
Let me watch the
return of the assassin
after ejecting the venom.
I will ride over
my demons now. Nothing
was left to remember.
Satish Verma, 5 march 2024
Something was sinister
in beautiful night.
The sharks come stealthily
in your eyes.
The apparition has
no vision. It springs
surprises. The angels put
on the masks.
You look like a
mannequin rolling the
eyes. Small battles start
between the aspirants.
I feel very lonely,
Words would suggest, but
not explain. I was
afraid of losing the truth.
Satish Verma, 3 march 2024
I am hurt, when I
don't know― whom I was
talking to in dark.
A lazy moon smiles.
I will do it again.
The murder of boby thoughts.
Measure the real time.
The sulphur smells.
Someone was done for life.
How much will you need
for the blood of raccoon.
It promises not to wash
its prey in water.
My prayer will
save the golden peacock.
God sleeps for eternity.
Satish Verma, 2 march 2024
If you must go
empty-handed, the sacred
hymn will always follow you.
Poems had
entered into you. Enough,
you said. You were overwhelmed.
I will wear the cloak―
you had left behind to,
read your beautiful, mind.
Will not give up to find
out your lost footprints. Criminality
on its own would be erased.
Pain was universal.
Coming and going will continue.
Curtains will not come down.
Satish Verma, 1 march 2024
I take the big
space. Coming of age was
visible. Can you
bend the time?
An ant runs on
the mirror to land on the
moon. There was the cabal
to defame beautiful.
Violence, who will
control the uncontrollable.
We stand in mudslide
to reach mountain.
Steering blind, do
you know how to die
in moonlight, when god's conspiracy
of silence is uncovered.
Satish Verma, 29 february 2024
When a poem writes
you, I smell the
crimsoned moon.
Were you a possessed
angel, printing
desire on my palms?
Smeared on forehead,
the ash had left
the scars of kissed end.
You turn me on,
for a smile, before the honey
traces the question mark on lips.
There was no miracle
to retrieve the third eye
from the hidden love.
Satish Verma, 27 february 2024
Out of nowhere,
a miracle takes place.
Silence starts speaking.
Years roll by to―
engage the asteroid
not to strike tiger.
Reason has failed.
The black hole of human
mind sucks all the truths.
Satish Verma, 26 february 2024
Why do I think
different, gripping senses
to catch the god.
Rugged hands have
soft lines to reach truth
by pursuing blood.
The honesty suffers
when you go the other
side of moon to lie.
Satish Verma, 25 february 2024
I would be time.
You were the space. It
happens in scars.
Back and forth, I will
touch your absolute truth.
Bruises weep.
All the comings
and goings were vague.
Who will stand the ground?
Satish Verma, 24 february 2024
A small galaxy
had been devoured. I was
watching earthworms.
Blots reached the moon.
Aborted, the last year's plan.
No starfish moves.
Scooped the dust
of ruins. Brilliant gems were
scattered by you.