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.
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