25 March, 2019

In My Play

It were not you
at the end of poem. Something
of moon had died.

Time has not come
to intervene in parting
of lips turning blue.

You will not change,
in offering the drink of
stunning Venus flytrap.

Satish Verma

My Commitment

December moon
and you, not to blink for a
while in the shadow.

Salt angel, you will
make my eyes dry― after the
glitter of tears.

What is the full sign
of the brave robbery when
it is stinging dark?

Satish Verma

24 March, 2019

Sea Salt

A sparrow knits the―
dim moonlight to sleep in
my arms all night.

My devotion was
different. I would watch
the meltdown of moon.

You must move like
water. There was nothing to
say, nothing to catch.

Satish Verma

Pushing Dark

Honesty. Was it the
sickness of mind? Ask the
spirit of water.

Honour the blue
goddess with grey hair in
silent grieving.

Spurn the moon and
come to me to celebrate
alien reverie.

Satish Verma

23 March, 2019

Increasing Angst

I thought we knew
each other by our shadows.
Stratosphere laughs.

Inappropriate,
when you touch the moon
in torrential rain.

You pay a price
to listen to Beethoven.
You become blind.

Satish Verma

I Will Speak

In stasis, time
was ready to abandon you,
I suffer intensely.

I didn't want to
hear my own voice. Cathartic,
I was beside myself.

Creating shock waves,
wanted to speak to water
to freeze in eyes.

Satish Verma

22 March, 2019

Handshaking

I dreamed of you.
Otherworldly. Blue and tender.
Not my pain anymore.

Did you pray for me
and asked to write a last
poem for sake of veil?

A bird takes, sand
bath, before jumps on a pyre
to prove fidelity.

Satish Verma