Satish Verma, 14 october 2023
Dust and edifice
under weight of sky. I won't
know, what survives.
Legacy was pure.
You stand like terracotta
warrior, unmoving.
Swaying nightshade
always invites for red berries.
Beauty was lethal.
Satish Verma, 12 october 2023
The sudden fall, like
a dropped apple, you
look hurt and wise.
My summer pain will
steal the yellow streak
in the ash of lips.
As if the time has
come to say goodbye to
the scarlet moon.
Satish Verma, 11 october 2023
Birth in birth, life
had been a dream. The fangs
sit in patience.
Trapped soul in
womb, waits for the kiss of
flame, a snaky hit.
The moon thought burns.
The ink bleeds on paper.
A poem turns green.
Satish Verma, 9 october 2023
It froze in mid-
air, without sound, coming
from deep throat.
You washed the queer
words, with eyes water to
read the verdict.
Remove the topsoil
to find the hidden bones
of unique god.
Satish Verma, 8 october 2023
I don't count the
Countless, black hurts. Hear
the unhearable.
Pink over pink. A
golden drive after the
moon's marriage.
In deep calm, I
dig out the bare gospel
of the unknown god.
Satish Verma, 7 october 2023
The genesis of
incredible, from moon to
moon was unheard.
I was lost in
kneeling bamboos to
cover the sins of sky.
Can your shadow
walk with me to hear quartets
of beethoven?
Satish Verma, 5 october 2023
Even light will not
find your black hole, beyond
the resolution.
The mass, volume
in your eyes, measure me.
O god it were you?
Sitter was rising.
Portrait will not complete.
Artist has swept again.
Satish Verma, 4 october 2023
I touch the timber
and smell my hands. Jacarandas
have solemnity.
Will walk on the blue
trumpets, to start talkathon
with soul of the tree.
Why we are born to die?
Can you stop this cycle? Tell me
the truth of the road.
Satish Verma, 3 october 2023
When the divinity
lived in you, I scrambled
to touch blue moon.
Sitting near a
sepulcher, I dreamed of
inhuman deaths.
Will my generation
give heart rending tip-off
to this doomed world?
Satish Verma, 1 october 2023
When you left, I had
covered my mirror not to
see my swollen eyes.
Who takes control
of whom? I was victim of
animal bites.
The path to lake
was open to bohemians,
who always wear blues.
Satish Verma, 30 september 2023
It was religion.
The yellow viper will strike.
No weight of sin.
The spirit will not
wear a body if I fail to
die in your hands.
The bridal oath
drops some words to become
winged and fly away.
Satish Verma, 29 september 2023
Your trajectory was
rising. People rode the stars
to reach the moon at night.
Anxiety of name.
How to draw the figure of
god who was a giver.
It was your decision
to abandon the earth for
a golden chair to sit.
Satish Verma, 28 september 2023
A medieval smile
picks up the frozen pain
of fallen hero.
The fear prevails.
You cannot move the finger
to stitch a celibate.
The lies shine,
spitefull, but wrapped in
tears of broken pen.
Satish Verma, 27 september 2023
Joining back tribe
was not atonement
for separation.
The truth pricks like
needles in eyes. What it was,
comes through my poems.
Picking up pieces
of wounded light to draw
a map of darkness.
Satish Verma, 26 september 2023
Can you feel pulse
of a moment before it
explodes on face?
I have yet to find
my tiger to ride for an
antique encounter.
Pomegranates.
You squeeze the red flesh
to find out viper.
Satish Verma, 25 september 2023
Wading in tears
you want to catch time. Sun
will bake your eyes.
You undid my charm,
weaving a web, wearing the
threads of wounds.
Do prayers help the
cobalt valley of cleaved
breast in moon?
Satish Verma, 24 september 2023
Defining hunger
I become metaphysical,
trying to locate me.
A pain transcends
space and time and I wake
between the words.
I was not there
where the honey spells doom.
Death has many doors.
Satish Verma, 23 september 2023
To live again, I
will not come after dying for
you. Resurrection?
I ask the dust, when
did you slip from the moon
to kiss immortal?
Don't leave a cut
on the sandstone to mark
the anniversary.
Satish Verma, 22 september 2023
It hurts me, my poems
when you don't come in dreams.
Moonlight waits.
How devastated
was your faceless voice in dark!
The nightingale cries.
Like "la grippe"
the noiseless words leave the
night wounds in eyes.
Satish Verma, 21 september 2023
You always tried
to conceal the imperfect
hunting under moon.
One must recite
the ghost mantras to
be bohemian.
They will pound
the chests with whole kin
to pacify the pir.
Satish Verma, 20 september 2023
Your lips go dry, when
body twirls to catch a kiss.
The sting ever asks.
Unshackled, you will
come to become prisoner
of a seething sun.
Visiting city of
orphanages, you cross the
high rise asylum.
Satish Verma, 19 september 2023
No ceremony. I
will walk out from the star―
gazing one day.
The spirit moves
away of body to wear the moon
of a dying sun.
I don't like small birds,
that make loud noises
in hollow trees.
Satish Verma, 18 september 2023
You bend like an
ocean to catch the moon―
in twilight of gods.
To deliver godly
gene I pack your smile
in womb of dry roses.
Who returns the loan
of love given to red eyes
paying back in tears!
Satish Verma, 16 september 2023
For whom the bruised
fingers tap the door of
invincible death?
When the water will
touch the feet of dying earth,
to pay homage?
Man stands in mudhole
watching sunflowers to wilt
with waning sunlight.
Satish Verma, 15 september 2023
The emptiness of
ageing cells seeks a tiger
to maul the house.
Of sizzled dreams.
Why one has to become
ethereal in―
Quest for elixir?
I peel off tangerine's
strange red skin.
Satish Verma, 14 september 2023
Come inside
me and explore god of
fire burning the world.
A miracle was
not the answer. The pathless
trek ends in water.
To live or not
to live like light
in eyes of moon.
Satish Verma, 13 september 2023
I see dark lines
under your eyes. Something
was amiss.
Tears had dried
up. One does not get
even the longing.
To find the missing
letter to tell the desire.
Will you follow me?
Absurd hyphens increase.
Do you get some serenity
from bloodberries?
Cannot hold on―
my lovely rags. Words talk,
hello the pain.
Satish Verma, 12 september 2023
Don't give me aches,
by becoming tall.
I will not change my style.
Not scared. There
was a pause, between
the screams.
There you were
playing with the other truth,
which was not mine.
I was not alone,
buried in your hums.
Pain was my goddess!
The lamb was dead
taking off her coat. I wear
the skin of dandelions
to walk on wet land.
Satish Verma, 11 september 2023
It was frightening
to grow up in light.
You wanted to come out
in dark for gene intimacy.
There were long
shadows of words, which
had their own character
and morality.
The suspense hovers.
The spark ignites the double
kiss when asked, stitching
the break.
In finding myself
anew, I lost you.
Death will not separate fragrance
from the rose.
Satish Verma, 10 september 2023
In nightshade
you had come, as a
prodigy, from the deep
sea of pain.
Digging the hole,
you made the first move.
Beautiful stop, after―
a long detour to find peace.
You craved, what
you wouldn't get. Something
breaks in my jar.
Rembrandt cries after
the ‘Night Watch'.
I will not go for
self-portrait again.
I want to become free
from the burning canvas.
Satish Verma, 9 september 2023
A dewdrop climbs
a cloud to inspect the
Broca's area and tears.
My speech was
fragmented, picking the
wrong words to convey―
the pith.
Weary thoughts tremble.
You won't be near me, when
the jungle burns.
A war always
looms large, between the sky
and caged birds.
I don't want to break.
Venus flytrap,
becomes my home, I need
to sit at the edge
till sun sets.
Satish Verma, 8 september 2023
The jungle was ageless.
Moon drops a hint.
Your poems go in flames.
In dark I had
weaved a dream. You were
worshiping a bystander.
The Ars Poetica took
a turn and became a
message for departing sun.
Republic of pain
signs up to cross the death
after meeting the talking trees.
Who will dance
to celebrate the history
of broken hearts?
Satish Verma, 7 september 2023
Deep within, you
wanted to know earnestly, why
did the things go wrong?
More than asking
you go mad. There were
no questions for god.
Peel of the words,
and lineage falls apart.
A sword was naked.
Satish Verma, 6 september 2023
Set to break;
something was left
incomplete.
Time's portal
lets go yesteryear, and
I ask myself, if the
moons were mine.
The jack screw
had turned the course
of life. Why did you
go for the wax model?
The chilly thing was―
everybody sings a question.
The vendor of pain
will not give the answer.
Anger edicts
to destroy all the moons.
Satish Verma, 5 september 2023
When I bring moon,
flower, will you simmer in
haemophilia?
A tall promise was
broken. To see or not to
see writing on wall.
What was the half-truth
which would change the color of
horizon at dusk?
Satish Verma, 4 september 2023
No more I will
confront you in rain after
imprint of peach lips.
A collective
scream goes unheard, god sleeps.
The sky burns endlessly.
You will never know,
how do I live, when glacier
breaks, I fall in chasm.
Satish Verma, 2 september 2023
Your alignment
with sea was not perfect. You
were wading in sand.
Give me a slip
of eyes. A scion was
ready to catch winds.
Behind the teeth
lies a bloody tongue. Will spell
your ancient name.
Satish Verma, 31 august 2023
Like a stingray
you hurt. My chest heaves
and falls. God, you―
Remain untouched
in sacred well of honor
like holy water.
I will come back
in tiger cave to count
the stripes of blood.
Satish Verma, 29 august 2023
Still I am looking
at the path, from where you
disappeared.
In void between
living and dead, leaving no
memory to drape.
The dust will recall
the weight of footfalls in
air to bleed stones.
Satish Verma, 27 august 2023
You failed me.
O god, your shadow one day
will break from you.
We had ached
together once. You are now
larger than death.
Going beyond sky,
you will step into space, and
I will start wailing.
Satish Verma, 25 august 2023
Will mediation
work? I don't know.
Half-truths will betray.
A united birth
of good and evil. Was
it ordained? How do you
mend the eternal tear?
We had climbed
together the steps of god's
mount. But temple was
in ruins. Deity mauled.
The bullet holes
stillbleed. This was a
perfect win of black moon.
I cannot drink your tears.
Does it matter? You
were loosing the charisma?
Satish Verma, 23 august 2023
Keep your persona
blessed. I miss you.
Do you meet the
mockingbird often? Ask
the larkspur to stay open
the spur. I may come any day
to give a kiss.
Why did you
embrace the path
of submission, leaving
the prophet of mercy?
Between why and
how I was discovering
myself in vain.
Do you believe
in seclusion of pain?
I always cried in dark.
Satish Verma, 21 august 2023
Like holocaust,
rolling moon brings
massacre. You
burn inside.
The empire was in
ruins, I was searching
peace in half-truths.
A flying snake
lands on your chest,
when you were asleep.
You wouldn't find a clue.
The philosophy of
dying in beauty creates
a myth.
Why did you play with
questions. There were no
answers.
Satish Verma, 19 august 2023
Stitch your eyes
before you see the slit,
in the rock, that brought
an earthquake.
The sensors were
becoming robotic. You cannot
feel touch or smell the
thoughts.
The spider silk
was very strong. It
twists your reasoning without
spilling blood.
Pass on-some salt.
It was too sweet to believe
in the words of a half-soul.
I want to get back
my old pain.
Satish Verma, 18 august 2023
All night you were
talking to moon in dance.
I will catch you
in sleep.
A daughter of
Miranda, sucked in dark,
the tarentula, the choice
of ultimate.
You cover the blood
on knife. Someone has paid
for betrayal. No charity,
no will of god.
Eyes move like
dragonflies. Between her
and him an unborn
sun folds the leg and sleeps.
I become my own lover.
Satish Verma, 17 august 2023
Again a forest
walks, wounded and broke.
I sculpt a poem.
To get some relief
of truth, give me a vedic
hymn, Beethoven script.
The spring waits in
the buds of chest. When love
sprouts, look at the moon.
A virgin kiss
of Karma, turns the page.
Acid-burned, my hand
hold the pen.
And I think of
the beautiful orchids trying to
find a home.
Satish Verma, 15 august 2023
Tell me how to break
the moon, when night weeps
to bring home stars.
Anyone cannot be
my lover to walk the sun
for wooing marigolds.
And one day I will
not wait for you to bring
back the spring in eyes.
Satish Verma, 14 august 2023
Don't pick smoked
words. Drink milk of moon
for rapture of deep.
Will not define
the war. Impairs vision
and you flounder.
Who was victor
at the end? We go crazy, and
give you a name.
Satish Verma, 13 august 2023
I was tired of
repeating mantras for
reincarnation.
The hidden mounts
want to revolt against sun
for the crying moon.
Bargaining has
begun between flesh and bones.
You pay to draw blood.
Satish Verma, 11 august 2023
Moon was playing
with a skylark. I give
a whistle. He ducks behind
the palm.
This was your figment
of imagination. You had
said, bring the last sound
of the forest.
I was the giver.
I am the taker.
An immaculate kiss
of the flame will decide
the destiny of bullet.
There was no distance
between the lips and
the hiss of the venomous snake.
Satish Verma, 10 august 2023
Standing alone
in darkness of stairwell
searching light.
You were not immortal
I had lost my speech
in my pain's birth.
Why it had to
happen, altering the genes
of unborn progeny?
I miss my divine
peace. You say nothing.
Space between nights shrinks.
We were scared.
Sun was hiding. I re-send
my prayer. Never pick
the meaning.
Satish Verma, 9 august 2023
You seldom touch
the flames of eyes, when
I believed it was true.
Your hand burns.
Ceremonial. I
pluck the roses in
delirium. O pain-giver
there was beautiful blood.
Cloud, cloud tears
slip for thousand of years
to reach the dry lips of iris.
Why did I go blind?
After the snake bite
you turn blue, a goddess
of forgotten sins, I
will never blame you.
Satish Verma, 8 august 2023
Why did I go
for you at the end of road?
Copper weeps.
Like air hugging
you, smelling your wet
scented hairs.
Poverty was a gift
of god. You were very
rich. Strange!
What you will
wear at the death of moon?
sun was red.
Signing on the
skin of dying butterfly,
what you wanted to say?
Put off the lamp.
Satish Verma, 7 august 2023
Dying daily
without touching you.
A panther plays―
with a fawn and then eats him.
The mode of living
is changing. I rise with
sun and fall with moon.
Read me in your
palms and recite the
prayer to belongingness.
Ah, all the miseries
were coming on surface.
Who failed the religion,
the fidelity?
You don't want to
come near end. Will aesthetics
save you?
Satish Verma, 6 august 2023
Take away my super
moon and sweet earth, I
am going to attain moksha.
Absurd thinking
helps to meet the dynasty
of wasps who are
leading blood clots.
Why were you
condemned to drink
the glass of hemlock?
Why did you need
pure test in place of suicide?
Was suffering better
than passion flowers?
It looks meaningless
still, I print question marks.
Satish Verma, 4 august 2023
It was a celebration.
You were ready to start
self-questioning.
In this immoral
world, why someone died
laughing?
This is not true.
Nobody wants to be honored
after the death of unknown.
You become a child,
after the murder of sepia night
for the sake of moon.
It was like a
trail of the trembling comet,
when the god cried.
Satish Verma, 1 august 2023
Spreading marigold
dust at the feet of uncovered
deity, I ask, was there
any home to go back?
Why did you walk
away from the tree―
of wisdom?
Why do we conceal
our wounds, talking
about metaphysics?
It was not what
I had wished to be original.
Life takes its pound
of flesh.
A question mark
will always follow you.
Satish Verma, 31 july 2023
I will go quietly,
when moon sleeps,
and stars play the chess.
I would defy
the death, but life
defeats me.
Message of the
love was disquieting.
I prepare the ancient
alphabets.
I will go on
diet of pain, perfectly
making me strong.
We live in ourselves
collecting the
nuggets of tears.
Satish Verma, 30 july 2023
Let it be. Your face
hidden between the
words.
Somebody starts
commiting suicide like
moth to the flame.
It was dark
when you become nothing―
in acoustic range.
I will not
interpret the butterfly's
meaningless dance.
Who believes in
one's own death,
to be born again like a
third person.
Renato N. Mascardo, 28 july 2023
nullity
under
the bridge thoughts flow
what should have been held back
to coalesce slide through open
sluice gates
over
the dam down to
splashes of lochan each
spit unconnected each
thought lost
fragments
floundering in
muddied marsh the graveyard
of recalls of water under
the bridge
look at
me my love you
go to leave me helpless
here unable to change places
with you
stay with
me longer love
slow the waters flowing
off my love for nothing compares
2 U//
renato
thursday 27 july 2023
Ref: Prince Nelson (1990): Nothing Compares 2 U. Sang by Sinead Marie Bernadette O’Connor aka Sinead O’Connor aka Magda Davitt aka Shuhada’ Sadaqat (b1966-d2023).
Satish Verma, 27 july 2023
You are made to
love, deadly and chaste
without meeting earlier
in hive.
The bees refuse
to give honey.
The chemistry between
sun and marigold fails.
The violence sucks
the green.
On the pretext
of failure, depression
concludes the universal
truth.
The problem was
what kind of death you want.
Satish Verma, 26 july 2023
Selling the stardust
to become rich,
for harmony.
You will bring
the other world. A lazy
eye laughs. The poor
love weeps.
I have settled
down to accept the barbs
of philanthropy.
This undefined
pain hones the words
to fight the killed panther.
Drink from my
eyes. There was snow
fall on lips.
steve, 25 july 2023
I can't make you look at me, the way I look at you...
And I can't show you what I feel unless you want me to,
I didn't want to love you, but my heart got in the way...
Wanting to believe there's a chance that you might stay,
You think it's only physical, but I've so much more inside...
It breaks my heart to know, there's no crossing that divide,
I believed in happy endings, fairy tales, and dreams...
But life is hard, love is pain, and nothing as it seems,
I don't know what to say, that I haven't said before...
I've cried a river of tears, to be washed up on the shore,
I need you in my life, but I have to say goodbye...
My heart needs time to heal, but won't if I don't try,
Sometimes goodbye"s the only way, when there's nothing left to do...
Goodbye would be so easy if I weren't in love with you.
Satish Verma, 25 july 2023
Someday I will
ask questions standing
in the deep forest.
Where the swarm
of words would go if―
the pen was broken and
you were hiding behind
the marigolds?
At last I was
looking for you with
minute details.
The silken touch of
your hand still burns
on my face.
Days don't change.
The pink symmetry was
a mirage.
Satish Verma, 24 july 2023
I was my own
slave to walk on rose
petals to feel
the kingdom.
Dishonesty was
at large. I will not shun the
truths of bitter lips.
No mineralization was
there in pure eyes.
You could sail on the frozen lake.
What a thousand
words won't do. I did it with
skin and bones.
A flower vase. Flawless.
You want to write
the name of unknown.
Satish Verma, 22 july 2023
I let you go
to meet the panther
in his den.
Gender invisible.
Still two souls were bound
to jump together
on the burning pyre.
A love unique.
Cavernous. Neither you come
out, nor I come in.
Life seeks the answer.
The hyacinth opens
the spike to reach your
sensitive lips. Who had
ignited the water?
Talking with dead,
gives some relief. The buzzing
in ears stops and you
listen a bird's song.
Satish Verma, 21 july 2023
Standing in dark storm,
not to turn back.
An imperial oath
breaks, I don't want to
take any foreward for
my departure.
Small feet in
tattered shoes will not
leave any footmarks, and
climb the sharp edge.
Any friend becomes
A bleeding wound. It was
better to seek an asylum
in smile of black moon..
The knitting must
start. There was a pause
in pain of giving away
my muse.
Satish Verma, 20 july 2023
In deep silence
my words float in your eyes,
past twilight.
I will stay in parlor
to watch a lazy moon.
A tarantula starts moving.
An ancient prayer
leaves the footprints on
the skin of dead song.
Let it be stolen
my peace, in the name of
a bitter fight with stars.
The spirit of thumb
to meet forefinger would
remain eternal.
Satish Verma, 19 july 2023
Less molecular
affinity exists in the breaths
of time gone by.
I will squeeze
my lips stitching the
borders of pain.
Brown salt was
taking the color of hails.
Knives were red.
You know the truth.
Religion covers the half-
burned candles.
Draped in shroud,
the untouched womb
picks up the priest.
Even the stars
go dim like orphans
of sky, searching god.
Satish Verma, 18 july 2023
After watching an honour
killing, moon slept
on the dirtroad.
Thinking about god
and blood game, I was
upset. I don't find any
difference.
The stings. Always
bleed my hands, when
I collect the honey
from your lips.
No memes. It
was factual. The darkness
feeds the mouth of sun.
It was an absolute bliss!
Satish Verma, 17 july 2023
Do you hear the
unheard voices of
violence? I ask myself.
The events change
with moon's faces. I tell
you and everyone.
The pain of forgetting, come
when you don't want to
forget. You were destroying
the unknown.
The history repeats
the solitude of glaciers.
Carbon of earthly fires
was burning the ice.
The collective strength
of legs crosses the river of
hate. We love after hurting
each other.
I pray, I beseech
to stop the voiceless suffering.
The horizon has no depth.
Satish Verma, 16 july 2023
Moon winks.
I collect darkness
to make sun.
I cannot see
your face in daylight
while hugging black
trees.
Everyday you fill
me with tears of unthinkable.
The silk slips from
my hands.
Will not hate
you ever, though you
disappear like a
fugitive moon.
I still walk
in woods to hear your
footfalls.
Satish Verma, 15 july 2023
Not the salt.
The water hurts.
The frostbite connects
the moment of break.
I will not write
any elegy.
Frivolity takes
away the rose
buds of moon
in dilemma.
Tracing a swastika,
did I ask for your long life?
This was the
oral death of soft
butterfly, who will jump
into bonfire.
You could have given me
a little star.
Satish Verma, 13 july 2023
When destiny blinked,
you were nowhere in sight
to say goodbye.
Moonwise it was
fine. I would not see
your inside ever.
No good thing will
cross in the way to river.
No salt an the rocks.
Satish Verma, 12 july 2023
Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed
during the starless sky.
When it is pitch dark
you open the hidden myths of
hanging China rose.
A world dies under
the Chinar tree to save a
rising crimson sun.
Satish Verma, 10 july 2023
You would repeat,
not going tears, for the
sake of moon.
Why a spark floats
in water of eyes to
burn vocabulary?
Breaths don't meet
now, under the red hollyhocks,
hanging to embrace.
steve, 9 july 2023
I just want to touch you, as your heart beats next to mine...
And breathe in your aroma, which smells like Forrest pine,
I don't want to care about, all the pain I feel...
And though I fell in love with you, I know you never will,
I don't want to know the love, that I will live without...
For heavy is the burden, when you have a heart devout,
I wish I'd never met you, then love would pass me by...
I'd have no broken heart, nor these tears that I cry,
I wouldn't cry myself to sleep, I wouldn't say your name...
Through tears I wouldn't to ask myself, why you don't feel the same,
I wouldn't need to see you or care that you don't care...
You wouldn't haunt my dreams at night, with desires I can't bare,
If only letting go of you, was an easy thing to do...
Goodbye would be so easy if I weren't in love with you.
Satish Verma, 8 july 2023
And it was in, and
it is out, your crazy crush
for waning moon.
You will survive,
when death opens the mouth
like black hole.
The tangerines
remain fidel to sun
after wild fire.
Satish Verma, 7 july 2023
I stand in pristine
fire pit, fighting vampires.
You bring black ice.
Migrating to moon?
Are you sure of the
honeymoon's awards.
Talking of karma
I don't believe in rebirth.
It were all my sins.
Satish Verma, 6 july 2023
Gene-edited,
manhood was taking punches.
I wasn't sure of me.
Let spider weave
an exotic home. Black,
moon walks free of trap.
God's monologue
continues to catch the stolen
words of stained men.
Satish Verma, 5 july 2023
It was not enough.
Your charity to feed raptors
with two supple hands.
Birds of prey will want
your flesh, bones and eyes.
Don't nod your head.
Can you walk over
the burning coals to prove
virtuous chastity?
Satish Verma, 4 july 2023
You did not give,
what I asked for moksha.
Luminary god fails.
Looking in water
hole you think of inverted
tornado in sky.
Where the truth has
gone to find the myth of dying
in eyes of moon?
Satish Verma, 3 july 2023
Half moons in eyes,
you want to change gender
like a fallen god.
Was it possible
to become a walnut
in new half globes?
A fireball slips
from the sky to collect the
colors of kites.
Satish Verma, 2 july 2023
Nothing was taboo
for the god climbers.
Will stay at temple.
This was a murder
intrigue, unparalleled
in history of man.
The great walls of
mind protect the liberal.
A lover of moon.
Satish Verma, 1 july 2023
My inguinal pain,
watching mating of moons,
at bank of tears.
Would you come to
ask the sun not to throw the
sparks in the eyes.
Will wait in twilight
for the blueness in moon.
Then give a call.
Satish Verma, 29 june 2023
I was reluctant
to miss the blood moon
in your clear sky.
Shame. The city was
dying in flayed arms of words,
revealing muscles.
Violence breaks
the message of Gothic
trees in prayer.
Satish Verma, 27 june 2023
I don't like.
The smoke on the occult love at
silver moon, in god's favour.
Choking on some words,
you continue to survive in brutal ways
I remained silent in a tower.
Here the currency speaks
to make the way for peace in a world
of howling screams.
Satish Verma, 26 june 2023
Nothing matters now
after decimating dreams.
Will not surrender.
Polyp goes medusa.
Free swimming in my
wet eyes at dawn.
And you standing
alone will stop the worship
of rising black sun.
Satish Verma, 25 june 2023
Tracing ancestory,
my poem will talk to you one day
under wolf moon.
The skin starts burning.
Singed hands will collect some
salt from god's kitchen.
No new meaning has
come out from book after
desacralization.
Satish Verma, 23 june 2023
You were casual
in making bed of thorns
to collect the blood!
Fearless, light combs
the dark hairs of earth to
feel masculinity.
You rise from the
mangroves to print pattern of
wounds on the limbs.
Satish Verma, 22 june 2023
How to repair the
heart? The petunias will
not listen to me.
Inverted funnels
allow the beetles to
land for honey.
Where the words end,
silence speaks of eternal
pain of treason.
Satish Verma, 20 june 2023
Between wolf and
vampire, you burn the
marrow of moon.
Carnivore. You
define the perfect surrender.
No peace as yet.
My father talks to
my son in sleep, to wear
an old hawthorn crown.
Satish Verma, 18 june 2023
You play bloody words
I am discovering myself
after you left.
A serpentine
history of love and hate,
hurting ourselves.
Want to see a blind.
Who will not ask my religion
my color and my creed.
Satish Verma, 17 june 2023
A fistful of scent,
I inhale the lingering
pain moving crescently.
What was your doubt?
The weak bones will not carry
some hidden truths.
The earth will stink,
of broken water. No new god
was going to appear.
Satish Verma, 16 june 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 june 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 june 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 june 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 june 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 june 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.
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