From which side death
comes? I sit under a bo tree
and drink hemlock.
While laughing you
will go. Did you ever see a
burning ship? I am also casabianca.
Why have I survived?
Under our skin we know the truth.
Why does a man become a willow?
Satish Verma
Satish Verma
25 April, 2024
24 April, 2024
Sun does Not Save
This was inequality,
when moon watches you. Mt nascent
talent tries decreasing the gap.
O moon where
do you live? I do not know why your
light ends in pitch dark tonight.
How do fireflies beat the
stars? All night. I ran after the
moon, but king cobra was crossing the road.
Satish Verma
when moon watches you. Mt nascent
talent tries decreasing the gap.
O moon where
do you live? I do not know why your
light ends in pitch dark tonight.
How do fireflies beat the
stars? All night. I ran after the
moon, but king cobra was crossing the road.
Satish Verma
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23 April, 2024
An Elegy don't Come Again
You take my tears
and give me a poem down to breaths.
Rings of flames speak
My news has come to you.
I don't understand me, arising my
pain. Love ignores the pins.
A thumb leaves a
print on your forehead, but nature
is maintained. Meaning licks the blood.
Satish Verma
and give me a poem down to breaths.
Rings of flames speak
My news has come to you.
I don't understand me, arising my
pain. Love ignores the pins.
A thumb leaves a
print on your forehead, but nature
is maintained. Meaning licks the blood.
Satish Verma
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22 April, 2024
An Emotional Encounter
I don't speak
don't move the hands. Don't need
any grief. Lets go.
Life is revengeful.
It takes a price, if you are not able
to understand it as a separation.
The distance deflects.
I reach the smell of dying love. At
last this was the encounter with an angel.
Satish Verma
don't move the hands. Don't need
any grief. Lets go.
Life is revengeful.
It takes a price, if you are not able
to understand it as a separation.
The distance deflects.
I reach the smell of dying love. At
last this was the encounter with an angel.
Satish Verma
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21 April, 2024
Voices Return
A pain avoids me.
Eyes speak. Like eagles. What
I am inside, it is outside.
The ache of a long
night, waiting for the worse
to do it, the break between grief and heart.
I feel, the dust is
covering the memories. It was red,
when you open the book of love.
Eyes speak. Like eagles. What
I am inside, it is outside.
The ache of a long
night, waiting for the worse
to do it, the break between grief and heart.
I feel, the dust is
covering the memories. It was red,
when you open the book of love.
Satish Verma
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20 April, 2024
What was My Dream?
My blood belongs
to you. How will you make the bones
of a poe? Revenge. What is that?
You come and go
like a colossus. The floor trembles.
and earth sinks. Anyone will bury you in a hole?
You are not yourself
There is a hidden fire to test the truth
of your existence. Colossi will sing.
to you. How will you make the bones
of a poe? Revenge. What is that?
You come and go
like a colossus. The floor trembles.
and earth sinks. Anyone will bury you in a hole?
You are not yourself
There is a hidden fire to test the truth
of your existence. Colossi will sing.
Satish Verma
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19 April, 2024
Can you Charm a Snake
My love was very
tall. The trees gossip. Move around
Is it not eerie? There was virgin death.
Immaculate. My poem
believes. No god will save you. I am
floating on a bubble.
An angel and beast.
We will not enter a mausoleum.
Lights are put off. After 5 years my sleep eds.
tall. The trees gossip. Move around
Is it not eerie? There was virgin death.
Immaculate. My poem
believes. No god will save you. I am
floating on a bubble.
An angel and beast.
We will not enter a mausoleum.
Lights are put off. After 5 years my sleep eds.
Satish Verma
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