Satish Verma, 12 july 2024
A birthplace turns
into religion. Poem goes
on trial. No delusion.
I was afraid of
persecution. Stay by me.
A mount burns.
Your hand made
doll dances along rapper.
Nopatience for peace.
Take care. You are
melting down. Sun has come
to meet you at door.
Give me a name.
Moon was becoming a paranoid.
He wants to adopt you.
Satish Verma, 11 july 2024
Moon dust is falling
in melodious rhythm. Again
I remember you intensely.
An immaculate pain
spreads the white shroud. You
walk on it leaving red footprints.
Why I think, not to
think, amended by your tears
before you reached god.
God, I will not repeat
the sin, the crime to test the fidelity
of sun. he burns you to ash.
Ah! the poverty of words
cannot ask cobra to spread
the hood. I want to sleep under.
Satish Verma, 10 july 2024
Time knocks you
down O love. Why are you
always in my thoughts?
Death and life were
two sides of the coin, in
attendance of king.
No one was a slave.
I walk on my footpath
to reach my truth.
Is it the end of
the tale, as a prelude to
unchanging tragedy?
Irreparable was
the loss of virtue. I will never
be rich of new words.
Satish Verma, 9 july 2024
It was darkest
night, when truth died.
Who will move the first step?
Rocks were older
than man. Don't throw the stones
on real roses. They bleed.
Ghosts were collecting
the black bones of peers.
They had long arms.
Don't ape my suffering.
I am always hurt on small
things. Weather is changing.
The contrast is deep.
Wash your hands before touching
the goddess. She smiles in sleep.
Hanna Mazankiewicz, 8 july 2024
you’ve been holding your breath
far too long
awaiting for currents to shift
trying to spot
one ray of light
which could
illuminate your path
you’ve been waiting
for far too long
trying to see
outside the frames
the promise
of something worthy
of constant fight
you’ve been trying
far too hard
to cut through the curtain
which blocked the sun
looking for safe route
an easy crossing
I believe you’re done
not willing to walk any further
maybe it’s time
you ease your breath
stop at one place
and just disappear
into the morning dew
October 6th, 2023 20:57 - October 19th, 2023 21:25
Satish Verma, 8 july 2024
God was right.
A wispy sin was must
in ethics of love.
The silent thoughts
revolt against the underlines.
From black to red.
Star-gazing was
on increase. Mannequins come
down for handshakes.
So far and so near.
How do I touch you O invisible.
An immortal was dying.
Beehive hides the
queen from the sun. Moon
shiners want to drop shutters.
Satish Verma, 7 july 2024
Get to take call,
I will follow myself― and
open the old wound.
Of conscience.
The veins of leaves will knit
the face of a brute.
Ready to violate
November. The dilemma in
waves of lake rises.
How to pick cotton
flowers to celebrate snowfall.
We have reached moon.
Is that you, I
ask my poem, can you maintain
the purity of dawn?
Satish Verma, 6 july 2024
I was so shattered.
What was your truth in
saving human fall?
It was all fake.
Few minutes before death,
a sample of god speaks.
You bury your dreams,
saying mantras to appease
the godforsaken land.
First I used to fight
with my father and now I am
fighting with my son.
Values are changing
I cannot jump out of boat.
It is sinking, sinking.
Satish Verma, 5 july 2024
I am defeated
by myself. My weaponless
democracy has failed.
By your own dignity
you carry a burning coal
in your hand to teach posterity.
A voiceless assault
of neoreligion spikes the truth
of armless lies.
Mountains want to
move. We have lost our
script of wordless commentry.
I say take away
my dead gods. Robots will
sit in temples of no gods.
Satish Verma, 4 july 2024
Blood suckers were
always bound by veins. Man
becomes very small.
Spitting venom was
a style. You walk precariously
on strings to hide hunger.
Don't look at the
moon. Life will treat you very badly.
Give me shovel to unearth god.
You cannot erase
the name of an angel forgetting
to resuscitate his lover.
What was the thrill
of burning witch hazels when
blood was still flowing?
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