Satish Verma, 28 january 2024
You disown all your
sins. Fat burns.
An aura prowls around
the temples.
The honor kill
will make you a living god.
Rusted heart wants
to achieve eternity.
The otherness, goes
for incarnation. Abstract
quality will explore
the song of the sea.
Life starts anew. You
were a fake genius. There
was a secret pact
to wear the veil.
Satish Verma, 27 january 2024
O black rose, why you
smell the body of a young
fawn after the run?
The sweat was sensual.
You want to kiss the burning
coals of brown eyes.
You always surprise
me in dark moon to put
up a savage fight.
Satish Verma, 26 january 2024
But I don't know
who was me, taking sunbath
to meet moon.
The marbles slip from
your hands to hit the white
mausoleum at dusk.
Dip any muse and
words bleed. I will not ask
for orphanage.
Satish Verma, 25 january 2024
Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road
of undanced goddess.
God of sins waits.
Light refuses to enter
the eyes looking at sky.
The beehive spills
to make you human of
vanishing tribe.
Satish Verma, 22 january 2024
Death would not stop
coming on the dirt road
of undanced goddess.
God of sins waits.
Light refuses to enter
the eyes looking at sky.
The beehive spills
to make you human of
vanishing tribe.
Satish Verma, 21 january 2024
Do not wade in
tears, in blood-deep wounds.
It was a black gold.
Moon was hauling
the night. There was no ending
of empty words. Silver
would not leap in
sun. I become poor in
the court of charity.
Satish Verma, 20 january 2024
Smitten by your holy
tongue, the muse melts
in the raging sun.
There was a deep
gorge between the hills.
My face turns blue.
Trembling hands will knit
splendent wreath for a
departing moon.
Satish Verma, 18 january 2024
You are beautiful,
still untouched by moon.
I am creating myth.
In small hours, I
release the pain at dusk
to touch you unsaid.
I think, not to think of
you, when nightingale comes
to collect your song.
Satish Verma, 17 january 2024
It was hazy in Plato's
cave, I was trying to study
the painting on wall.
Why do I fear for you?
Words have gone dumb
in full moon.
Was it a presence
without flesh, bones?
Only sparkling eyes?
I touch you warily.
Trembling I ask you to come
back in my twirling life.
You do not move.
It happens like never
before. Spirit weeps.
Satish Verma, 16 january 2024
Trying to make my
life ephemeral, inviting
back my pains.
It was organic,
love unexplained. A
cryptic approach was
birthed to survive.
I wouldn't touch
the aura of falling star
to stitch the wounds.
I might have
covered the ash body
without leaves. There
were unburied secrets.
Remember me in
dark when the earth
opens the eyes.
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