Satish Verma, 5 november 2023
Read me if you
care. I am going to
rip off the lid of oven.
How many faces
you will wear, when it is
raining silver and gold?
It sounds like wrought
bones. I find myself suspended
in air, like humming bird,
not like drone.
It was a mutual
suicide of opioid love. It
does not belong to me. the
divested home of words.
The pink wounds
on the wall of memory.
Not me, not you.
Satish Verma, 4 november 2023
Was there any
time space to recuperate
in self-esteem?
How can you define
hunger, when there was
no food for thoughts?
Who will name
the icon to regerminate
the lost dreams.
You tried to catch
the flames without burning
your hands.
Self-immolation
was animation of a prodigal
sun giving away light.
The ailing justice
cannot deliver the mercy
to wounded humanity.
Satish Verma, 3 november 2023
Not sensual.
Searching you in daffodils,
like four-leaf clover.
This dysfunctional life,
ought to have given me once,
a piece of moon.
Crammed skull, sometime
gives an abrupt
pause. I become a stone.
Walls separated us.
I would not cross the
river of inferno.
Can we laugh
together, before we peel
the oranges to make
our eyes blink?
Satish Verma, 2 november 2023
Becoming was
eggs walk. You were
wearing human heart.
When you shed
the qualms, poems fly
out of the nest.
This was an
absurd math. Did you
reach the mount of god?
As it happens,
you understand it very late.
There was fear of living ever.
Will it come out?
The meaning? From in-house
search of truth.
Do you believe, groping
will find the missing book?
Satish Verma, 31 october 2023
Adieu, you may not
become a meal
of violence?
The pheromones are
released for predatior
after the embrace. Don't follow
the path of hawk in sky.
O, opal, what
colour you are going to
opt at the marriage of moon?
The nascent pain
is taking birth. The seed
cannot promise to become
a tree.
The trams morals
are moving like centepeds,
you raise your hand to
ask a question of time!
Satish Verma, 29 october 2023
Words would wear the blood caps.
In tyranny of the full moon,
the wound becomes bigger.
Mask after mask,
you will never find the
real face. The cannibalism
makes you sick.
I survived the branding.
O god, I will never
shame you. The virginity
was at stake in the hands
of angels.
You receive the bullet,
when glowers were thrown.
Violence has a price.
Brick by brick you make
the temple again.
Satish Verma, 28 october 2023
Moon rolls,
on its own without
clouds.
Now you can,
fix the things, reading
dark.
Every day ends.
The road will not sleep.
Dusk to dawn,
candle weeps.
Like no pain
now, of your separation,
sparking rage.
Now you are
Plato. Will write for
the ascending hemlock, that
will destroy the hope.
Satish Verma, 27 october 2023
At lake point
I had yet to kiss you.
I always said to
you. Age would never
give clemency.
I must subject
myself for scrutiny.
Where did the math go wrong?
The temple, a
shrine. A viper always
waited.
Tell me, would
you ever sign the will
to let go the rope?
Moon and sea, will
maintain the distance.
Satish Verma, 26 october 2023
A bizarre dream,
You come out in starry
night to touch the moon,
and fall on the thorns.
The eccentric nobility
of lords demands the
evidence of slaughter.
But chariot comes empty.
Order, order.
Someone fails in boots.
You walk barefoot
to meet the god of untruths.
The victim stands
like a prey before the grand
master. The beautiful
pagoda implodes.
Satish Verma, 25 october 2023
It was a brutal
day. My choice was a pink
moon above me.
The violence in
absentia impedes the
kiss of phlox in spring.
The fugitive
comes back home to see
bloody handprints on wall.
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