a taste of your unpredictability.
I flung myself on thorns.
Not virtual. It was a dream.
Do I like you in absentia ? O god
how many times you weep?
We drink from the eyes.
We hugged and kissed a tiger for
a reason. It was a ritual.
Satish Verma
07 November, 2022
Taking Liberty
I want to suffer to get
a taste of your unpredictability.
I flung myself on thorns.
Not virtual. It was a dream.
Do I like you in absentia ? O god
how many times you weep?
We drink from the eyes.
We hugged and kissed a tiger for
a reason. It was a ritual.
a taste of your unpredictability.
I flung myself on thorns.
Not virtual. It was a dream.
Do I like you in absentia ? O god
how many times you weep?
We drink from the eyes.
We hugged and kissed a tiger for
a reason. It was a ritual.
06 November, 2022
In Valley of Thorns
In this moment of
strife, I am broken inside.
Why do we kill each other?
From antiquity
man has miserably failed. Almighty
remained a beautiful name.
The traveller was taken
to a prison. Jailor will come into
dispute in fading script.
strife, I am broken inside.
Why do we kill each other?
From antiquity
man has miserably failed. Almighty
remained a beautiful name.
The traveller was taken
to a prison. Jailor will come into
dispute in fading script.
Satish Verma
05 November, 2022
Among Foxes and Wolves
Eradication. You
never gave up. Who wants to go
behind the mirror unseen?
Earth will not save you.
You climb without a staircase. A
thrown knife shuts up. Vision was poor.
Tattoos are very cheap.
Cauldron boils. Every word sits on
the simmering milk. Cows watch silently.
never gave up. Who wants to go
behind the mirror unseen?
Earth will not save you.
You climb without a staircase. A
thrown knife shuts up. Vision was poor.
Tattoos are very cheap.
Cauldron boils. Every word sits on
the simmering milk. Cows watch silently.
Satish Verma
04 November, 2022
Without Shelters
Ahead of pain, certain
things are not to be printed on
the bronzed body of a ghost.
When you walk around
a bonfire, fireflies will come out
to make a garland.
I forget to script the rise
of a volcano in the chest of a
wandering truth.
things are not to be printed on
the bronzed body of a ghost.
When you walk around
a bonfire, fireflies will come out
to make a garland.
I forget to script the rise
of a volcano in the chest of a
wandering truth.
Satish Verma
03 November, 2022
Where was the Time?
The phobia of an
effigy won't flinch any predatory,
like a secret of black hole.
Contemporary heart
always deals with sufferings. In charity
you are giving away all your melting wares.
From one funeral to
another puddles come between.
I want to go counting the years.
effigy won't flinch any predatory,
like a secret of black hole.
Contemporary heart
always deals with sufferings. In charity
you are giving away all your melting wares.
From one funeral to
another puddles come between.
I want to go counting the years.
Satish Verma
02 November, 2022
Life at Stake
You don't know, something was
left behind to say a lot. My poems
will not reach any end,
Do not come down from
your golden stand. Life will ask many
strange questions at one go.
The vampires will wait.
You will not throw your bones.
It was a dream to kill, to kill.
left behind to say a lot. My poems
will not reach any end,
Do not come down from
your golden stand. Life will ask many
strange questions at one go.
The vampires will wait.
You will not throw your bones.
It was a dream to kill, to kill.
Satish Verma
01 November, 2022
Relationship
A fear always lurks. What
were the consensual sins? Alchemy
has failed. Mouth opens for bread.
In memory of you,
life does not remain mine. Scars turn
green. Moon bleeds for one moment of love.
Bitterness has taken
away the joy of resistance for
not needing any protection of shrines.
were the consensual sins? Alchemy
has failed. Mouth opens for bread.
In memory of you,
life does not remain mine. Scars turn
green. Moon bleeds for one moment of love.
Bitterness has taken
away the joy of resistance for
not needing any protection of shrines.
Satish Verma
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