Satish Verma, 24 october 2023
Standing alone
in the ring of fire,
you wanted deletion
of sun.
Somewhere destiny
fails, like reversal of
answers. Without
gallows tree, nobody wants to die.
Looking in old mirror,
you want to sleep
in canthi of eyes. The
flesh revolts.
I don't want to see
the end of beginning. Your
thumbprint has left the
curves, that lead
you to unknown.
Satish Verma, 23 october 2023
Endogamy.
Don't hear much
of human voices.
Moon will rise again?
Deep angst,
pitch dark.
There was no truce
between the trees.
Undermining―
the sanctity of god's words.
You want to take the chair
of judge and hear to yourself.
I spot the blood
on sleeves. Who had used
the cleaver?
Can you bring
a period of silence, to
meditate for peace?
Somebody was laughing hilariously.
Satish Verma, 22 october 2023
A saga of
sacrifice, when the
moon jumped into lake
to save a fish.
A fantasy turns into
a hope. You cut slice of
light to ignite the
darkness.
Reason always
skips the rope. You were
not counted, when searching
for absolute truth.
I ask you to stop
being you. Move away
from yourself to
survive the holocaust.
Satish Verma, 21 october 2023
You want your gifts back.
Body by body,
pain by pain.
Moon separates from sun.
Why blood was naked
for small things.
No one wants
to burn flame to flame.
Can you take
the dust road to blue lake.
Where blaze―
won't die?
Satish Verma, 20 october 2023
The band of clouds
wraps the full moon rising
like a shadow.
The unique birth, with
a placenta, encircling
the blackened neck.
The hanger was ready
to pull the rope. You lived
longer than a god.
Satish Verma, 19 october 2023
Where will you go?
I am not accepting
myself in a windowless
vault.
The luxury of
kinship takes a toll.
Will it make a
difference, if you don't
fill in the missing words
in the message unwritten?
It works to kill
yourself for the sake
of dying light,
before the blood moon rises.
There was nothing
left to say.
Satish Verma, 17 october 2023
In first particles of universe,
was there a beginning?
0r ending of kiss?
Can I study you
in a small shrine of words
where gestures fail?
Into the grace of
surrender, why the flames want
to leave ashes?
Satish Verma, 16 october 2023
Life slips through
pores of skin, and eyes
of all needles.
A fawn doesn't know
how to go back home after
losing the track.
Did you ever go
in the den of wild cats to
offer immaculacy?
Satish Verma, 15 october 2023
The wrinkles write
the age of weather's rings.
You burn fat on lips.
Let's go on the hills
to find the hidden moon
behind the rainbow.
Where will go, the
children of unknown,
blaming the god!
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.
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