19 November, 2024

Buddha Weeps

Very difficult to
say, where humanity begins.
I want to crease immediately.

My tranquil pain shivers.
No blood is colorful. The bones have
become green. I do not want to let it know.

My house has been
stolen. Want to go back to Bo
tree. Can we find peace and love?

Satish Verma

18 November, 2024

Open My Fists

Will you exit the
love of killing yourself? Where are
black boards to tear the white papers.

Where does kindness live?
There are burning coals in your
palm. Why do you want to eat them?

Where are colorless
clouds to rain red? O my friend
everything is turning poison.

Satish Verma

17 November, 2024

Is It A MANDALA?

I am writing in
sleep a letter to you O God
your lips are not moving.

How far is your house?
My wounds are not healing by
you. My pains are pure.

My tears will become
snowfall. Will that melt you one
day? Why are the flames going between us?

Satish Verma

16 November, 2024

I Will Not Go

Again we are talking
of burning together. My happiness
demands your iron tears.

I will not call anyone.
Why do sweet dreams blow the smell for
a single love? To increase limitations?

How do the errors return?
Is it religious? o God I will not
teach you. Blue berries laugh.

Satish Verma

15 November, 2024

Why is the Blood Changed?

Perspective. I
will close my eyes. You will
awake to kiss my hair.

I am going to live.
I am not going to live.
Why love breaks to touch the future.

Will we meet at the
door of judgment, after
the murder of the meaning of poetry?

Satish Verma

14 November, 2024

Absence of Individuality

I am in absolute
Fringes. The words are crying. How long
I have to go up to the last milestone.

The love, nature and
flowers. My vision was shouting,
where the water is going to swipe fires?

What is the color of
moon to obsess over my poems? Will
that bring peace and you walk on the roses?

Satish Verma

13 November, 2024

No Audience

Bipolar. Love takes
it on the way. It was unfair.
You have not ended the journey.

Truth begins with
lies. We love each other, and
there was no criticism on the stricken lips.

Do not become again
mathematical. The numbers are
our enemies. Only zero guides.

Satish Verma