POETRY

Imperishable,
you keep the truth frozen
like the marrow, in the limbs of life,
producing blood cells
when sun rises.

Knocking again
at a rapist door
to leak the secrets of a hidden bed
of polity.

Contours of a dimmed
tunnel.

The times; Oh, the tongues
were tasting the peels of aorta.


Satish Verma

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Ride into The Night
Ride into The Plight
Stop for no victim
Stop for no light
 
Ride into The Pleasure
Ride into The Release
Rejoice in The Freedom
Until it’s revoked by the police
 
Ride until the sirens
Ride until the tyrants
Then Ride in cuffs
Head up
In silence
 
Ride into the station
Ride in amazement
For The Ride has just begun
The Ride to Salvation
 

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5 years old. Mouse, Giga Hrz, Giga Memory
To chat, sex, games…
Not to learn, not to build.
Because the Government is afraid
With little knowledge they can drive at 5 years old
Where the grand pa can not use the cell phone
Force to use the actual technology to solve commons problems
And they will can not steal so easy.
So… 5 years old. Mouse, Giga Hrz, Giga Memory
To chat, sex, games…
Where NASA 20 kb calculator went to the MOON.
On this way, certainly the dreams of Davinci will be truth
Whole planet, GLUB, GLUB, GLUB, GLUB.
22 years fighting AL GORE with the ignorance or corruption.
50 years starting now.
Or Davinci, or Nostradamus, Or Mayas, Or Bible.
Why?. Because…
Exxon, Shell, Toyota, Ford…
Have not money to make a new industry.
Ja ja ja…

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Galaxies away…
At speed of light.
Must to be instant…
The gravity of (lord) love.
Or else no one fuking galaxies can be formed.
So…
My movement is feeled by the universe.
Maybe the telepathy instant also.
In the plate of soup…
Is colder outside first.
First civilization more provability in the corner.
Where are so few physical laws…
And few elements…
Hundred elements.
In the infinite for you…
Where the scientist said the evolution is mechanical…
And we are the only humans.
Teen fingers by bible.
In The creation of the universe.
In the big bang, is the breath of god…
I don’t think so…
Even the moon have spirit.
Said saint Tomas of Aquino.
Risking his life…
Have spirit the cells.
When start? Little’s machines…
Ants…
If you cat the grass…
Steel alive.
Is reproduction….
Or the expression of the starts?...
Many , Many, systems life….
No so many many planets…
Alive…
The numbers, can close.
But, is if infinite…
Choose a number…
Give me the number.
You will selecting number for ever.
And can not pick up one.
But is if finite…
What before, what below?.
Not…
Why I exist?...
And other one not…
Finite and limited the universe,
Finite and limited the souls also.
The philosophy, never ever can prove.
The existence, because there is.
Atom not in discussion.
Root logic, platoon.
Science demonstration.
E=mc*c.
Energy not in discussion.
Mother is there.
He!. Teacher…
When you will have title.
You will can said what ever fuck you want to said.
Now, you must to said, what I telling.
Tree month, was my final day there.
But, unconsciously…
Why I exist.
Other one not.

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Is empty here…
Is full there…
The mother is so nothing that is empty.
But in the space, quantum theory…
Creating and destroy particles in every where.
The space is not empty.
Is empty here…
Is full there…
Look the ETER in inferometer.
Scientist believe in ETER like a Druids.
Not find the curve of the light.
The space and time is the new curve.
And I will back to the point…
And I will back to the point…
And I will be alone with one point,
FOR EVEEEEER!!!!!!!.

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Heaven is an image of, 
What I imagine, 
 
Like fields of never ending, 
Snow that never melts, 
Smiles that never leaves, 
Seeing day as it glows, 
Never having to waste time, 
Not having to eat, 
Have my own house, 
That no one can ever reach, 
See my past and my old destinies, 
Taking my daring skills into wishes, 
But now its sleeping with those fishes, 
Change could what had happen, 
If I stood up, 
If Someone listen to me, 
If Love never left my dignity 
Maybe life was difficult
But I had dreams 
That could have been fulfilled 
 
Life is valuable, 
Time is numbers, 
Money is controlling, 
Suicide is death, 
Hope to imagine, 
Your future 
can be better 
your valuable
It's so true
So make yourself
a love letter.

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Our life is like Chess game
we have to come up with strategies
to overcome the plays
 
I am a knight 
but underneath the armor 
I am a beautiful person
living in a wonderful world 
 
Being judge is what I hate 
being judge is what I am terrorify 
being judge is what I'm afraid of
so leave me alone 
I know what I'm doin 
 
But everytime I move
the queen has over come me 
what shall I do
 
I should move on 
cause the game 
is not done
 
So I move my queen 
to overcome the world
 
Stop critizing me of 
how I sing, 
look or dream 
cause you are
not even perfect
 
So stop listening 
to what may not be real 
I'm telling you  
 
I am a knight
but underneath the armor 
I am a beautiful person
living in a wonderful world
 
So let me play
the nice game of chess.

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I Said Coffee
I said coffee
I didn't say,
"would you
like to cup
my warm
soft breasts
in your
un-calloused,
long,
tapered,
ringless fingered
hands?"
 
I said coffee
I didn't say,
"would you
like to
run your tongue
along my neck
just below
my left ear-lobe?"
 
I said coffee
I didn't say,
"would you
like to
hold me
in your arms
and feel my heart
skip beats
as you press your
 hard lean body
up against mine
until I melt
into you
with desire?"
 
I said coffee
as we stood there
in the jasmine
scented night
my car door
like some modern day
bundling board
separating us,
protecting us
from ourselves
and lust
 
I said,
"would you
like to go for
a cup of coffee?"
I didn't say,
"would you
like to brush
your lips
across mine
as you move
silently
to bury your face
in my long, silky,
raven black hair?"

But you said,
"I can't
I'm married
I can't trust myself
to be alone
with you."
so I looked you
dead in the eye
and repeated
"I said coffee"
 
 
2007 Pushcart Prize nominee
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Fumbling through a sheen of yellow
the land and sky merge as one.
and earthly song goes silent.
The stage is set for death to breed,
tendered by phantoms, catching the unwary
these purveyors of men’s souls
 
The rats were the first warning,
blind panic the second.
The sting on the eye brought the fear,
the search for the mask the doubt.
was it by my side or did it fall,
Into the mud or by my gun.
Focus, Focus.
 
Shaking hands, remember the clip,
the burn in the eyes is it too late.
The feel of rubber sticking to my face,
breathe slowly searching for the cough
heart ready to explode, relief the smell of air.
 
Then silence replaced by the gurgle.
The gurgle of dying men walking blindly
grasping for air, but the air has gone.
Replaced by the yellow that kills
that yellow which delights in a slow kill,
that torments the sanity
of the view behind the mask.
 
To watch a man die in corrupted lungs,
to see his sweet words of life,
replaced by a froth that no man should see
The mercy of god is elsewhere this day,
 as the eyes blister, his body writhes
and the light is dowsed from his existence.
 
Yet still the burning pain remains gathering its strength,
rushing through the brain.
No lasting thoughts of home,
only pain, manufactured by Adam
the gurgle, the last words of a dying man
 
And I who have survived will witness this,
every day of my life,
and people will say “there goes a hero”
a soldier of the Great War.
And I will accept their drinks and cigarettes,
and for a moment I will forget
The yellow that killed my friends,
but the yellow will return
 
The yellow that will always follows me,
hoping for a helping hand,
a rope, a pill, or a shot,
the choice is yours.
As long as you make the roll call right
 
But the yellow can never take
 the memories,
that my comrades gave to me.
For they are immortal
and my comrades will always watch over me,
As I will of them.
 
And now the yellow fades from memory.
The ghosts will walk no more
for the ranks are full
the last Tommy has passed away.
The trenches a depression in a field,
and the poppies are histories reminder,
Of what has passed this way.

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Early in the morning the summer sun
has burnt the night open,
glowing in the late afternoon
it has descended right across the country
but now that winter is coming,
suddenly the mind is jerked
when mornings are silver and dark
and afternoons becomes totally grey.

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The eloquent foundation of a treaty evolved
Luck danced within the fabric that was our skin
Virgins we were to such tasteful artistry
Senses sharpening with each candid discovery

Phosphorescent rivulets blandished our bones
Displaying bravuras of a sensory love
By the vines of felicity we were skeined

A bed of our locks sleet had designed
Fleet each word had become razed
Illustrating wicked fallacies

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A lost poem retrieved from lost diary. Written 19-08-2007 at Kashid Beach (140 km from Mumbai/India)
 I spotted a couple on the beach. Strange as it looked, sun was setting one side and the full moon was rising from the other side
The phenomenon was catchy enough to pen my thoughts.
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Two frail frames

 
 male and female
walking hand in hand
leaving imprints
waving imaginary magic wand
giggling, teasing, running
throwing caution to wind & rolling
on ever welcoming golden sand.
 
Making Castles
on the sand
in the air
who cares
when these disappear
moments only to cherish.
  
 Their feet into the calm sea
  feeling the touch of cold warmth
  bending to gauge under current
  watching it to rise slowly from its slumber
  thousand lions freed from their cage
  appearance of full moon
  powered surfs into rage
  never afraid of opposition
  both
  assuring and reassuring each other
  of their bondage.
 
Squatting
they don’t talk
silence smiles
understanding perfect
just a gesture,
she goes resplendent
wrapped in orange red
 the sun,
witnesses
beginning of the union on the sand bed.
 
Stampede of sorts
waves surged to have glimpse
those two mortals
oblivious of crazy waves
buried under the sand
wake up with a start
as blanket of water washes
their misadventure of sorts
they glance at each other,
smiling discreetly
hand in hand, drenched

walk away from the heat
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copyright/children of lost God/Tribhawan Kaul
All rights reserved
kaultribhawan@yahoo.co.in

 
 
 

 

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It did not stay in bed for long
the ultimate.
Clouds climbed down from immortality.

The sick motherhood.

We made love
listening to winds
draping our ashes.
A father waited at the door.
I am the sun
I am the moon
interpenetrating in you.

In concept of two enemies.

Satish Verma

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Take my breath as your own
take my eyes to guide you home
And
I promise...
not to take my breath,
not to take my eyes
Cuz You're my Life and Light in this World.
LOVE AND MIss YOU...
'dEAN110

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I Close My Eyes
And Her Image Pop in My Imagination...
I Cover My Ear
But I Can Listen To Her Heart Beat Calling My Name...
She Is So Far Away
Yet She Dine With My Soul...
Damn...
I Havnet Got To Meet Her
For Distance Play Major Role And I Look Like A Minor Actor...
Am I Day Dreaming Or Is It Just A Mere Imagination?
Is It That I watch So Much Romantic & Love Movies?
Did I Listen A lot To Lionel Richie & Co..?
Is This Myself Or Doing This Selfish Interest(LUST)?
Wish I Can Get Close To Her And Say All These
Then I Will Be Free From Self Conscience...
 
'Dean110

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Her Heart Got Stolen By A Heart Robber
Her Ear If Fulled With Good Words
Promises Of Material Things Wont Let Her Go But To Hold Her Down
Her Body Is Filled With Care And She Is Loving It..

She's breathtaking but so much more
She walks in the room And Dine Like Queen
She's Living A Good Life And The Soul Is .....

Yet Every Nite In My Dream
I Saw Her Soul Crying, Wanting to Leave The Room And Calling Out For My Name To Help...

Just Not Fair
And It's Tearing Me Apart
Cuz Sh's Just Another Priceless Work Of Art
In His Gallery
But How Will I Convince Her To Love Me Instead...

Dean110

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See the need ,
meet the need ,
Let the world know ,
Jesus loves them so !

Words are cheap ,
actions of love ,
touch the heart deep .

So keep your eyes peeled ,
fore a chance to show them ,
Jesus is more then a myth ,
His presence is real !

See the need ,
meet the need ,
let the world know ,
Jesus loves them so !

Silent Songs : Written by Stephen J. Vattimo
July 31, 1992

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When we leave our sheeps
to rest
Obedient and silent
We cross green pastures
to find you
Pass underneath high rainbows
There,there at the end of the world
There,there
at the end of the world
to find you

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When we leave our sheeps
to rest
Obedient and silent
We cross green pastures
to find you
Pass underneath high rainbows
There,there at the end of the world
There,there
at the end of the world
to find you

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Have you tasted the silk
in the pit of snakes?
Exit was not in my fate.

Winter was kissing my toes
and spring was blooming down
in my estranged poems.

You don’t feel like to wake up
for ingrained disbelief.
The fangs were not ready to strike.

There was diginity in death
of magnolia. Snow had failed to
appear at night.

In the aftermath of the rains,
the moon climbed up the hill
to bid farewell to virgins.


Satish Verma

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Whatever good there may be hidden in something which first appears bad
is nevertheless in some degree a discovery which by the mind can be had.
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The fruits of our life always grow from a seed
sown in the ground of desire and toil of need.
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When the light of Love and Truth is awakened in the heart
a person's life is not really the same it was at the very start.
He or she is treading the path forward to their true home
and no longer the mundane pathways of life they do roam.
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Do not ever lose hope or fall into any despair
but consider your blessings and time to spare
to do the things that are of real benefit to you
as in providing service to others which is true.
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Who can say for sure as to what came first: the seed or the tree?
If the seed came first where did it come from if not from the tree?
But then if the tree came first where did it come from except from a seed!
So then you'll have to re-ask again that question of the origin of the seed.
 
An endless circle with no logical conclusion soon appears
until one looks beyond the seed and the tree that it bears.
Although the seed comes from the tree and the tree from the seed
each one grows in the ground of mother Earth which both does feed.
 
The Earth is the womb of everything living and supports all we know
and then becomes the tomb back into which all forms one day must go.
The underlying essence of all nature is of consciousness-energy-intelligence
that includes and sustains all things despite our ever incessant belligerence.
 
Has anyone ever heard it said that God is in the form of the world
and so all within it carries a divine spark from which it has swirled.
God is the infinite eternal seed of all existence and can be experienced like this:
usually as an overwhelming love within us and as all power, knowledge and bliss.
 
So the seed and tree came from the Earth which itself has come from and exists in God
and to enquire where God has come from is useless if we haven't transcended this sod.
The limited mind of man has to merge into that unlimited universal mind of the Creator
only then can we know the original cause or final end of everything and of their Maker.
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Note: The poem above may also remind one of another similar paradox being that of 'the chicken and the egg'. 

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I’ve been drowning
In these visions
When all I need is time
But time is running out
I have my doubts
The round-about
Like currents in the waves
Like a martyr, I’m a slave
I’m caught and pulled below
To where the sunlight never shows
 
Can’t we see, eye to eye, just this once, not all the time
 
I am nothing, but I am something
For the future that lays ahead
Not a figure but a voice
And I abide by my choice
My thoughts pass by and by
These words are hard to place
Conceit-less, but controversy
I don’t care if you stand beside me
 
A burned out kid from a burned town
He set his sights to change the world
But lived in hiding, without words
Just a face within the crowd
 
Times have changed and times have passed
 
Its do or die
Now or Never
 
I’ve saved face but faceless
 
It’s do or die
Now or Never
 
He made sacrifice to know what he knows
Only he knows what it took to get here
As others too, not what they did
But in their thoughts he looked instead
As they match emotions with their words
To tell a story once unheard
Live a story in retrospect
To only now, bask and reflect
 
But when it’s her, she comes and goes
He knows her as one too many things
People, places, hopes and dreams
As just one too many things
Remains unknown without a name
But in memory, embraced
In shelter lies the name
But in memory, embraced
 
We fail first, (We) trip and fall
We ignored the writing on the wall
 
I can’t give you heaven
I can give you hell
 
If heaven’(i)s existing, Then I will tell no lies
I’ll be counting my blessings, and repenting in time
I bore a weight on my shoulders, and I’ve paid for my crimes
If we can see all the suffering, can’t you see that it’s time?

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Dark and smokey rooms
with sounds from the unknown
a line seperates me from reality
and what may take me home
but it's all in my head
because my head is my home
as the breathing slows, life is vital
it all makes sense to what I'm shown

you can't teach a feeling felt from falling through expirience
the fog matches my thoughts, all blind and dense

so if I can't help myself
and you say you can't try
what's the point of living
but you won't let me die

to come out of the state
as we cross the boarder
keep a head on high hopes
and just be my shoulder

Not so much as a crutch
for I can hold my own
I may not know enough to know
Through timelines I am thrown

the past seems so close
as the future seems far
but the present is just lost
passing like speeding cars
under the neon lights
stopping not and never die
hold on to me tight
this is where our lives lie

you may change your name to escape it
but your memories remain
forever, buried deep in mind
take what you need to gain
Strength, in the numbers and signs
we all commit our crimes
sin all the same
but it makes the times of our lives 

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A soil was shared
by two little trees,
together endured
all kinds of weather,
time brought them closer
and branches did meet,
but it was not long,
before their intimate
hopeful arms broke,
they pushed and pulled
and hated one another,
until the weaker tree
submitted and withered.

A strong wind attacked
and the winner stood tall
and alone,for the first time,
his friend was down and
there was nothing to cling to,
the wind walloped harder
and battered the pitiful tree.

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Ancient scripted symbols etched into material form
An encrypted message having weathered millennium’s storm
Tooled by another entity from a time long since worn
To speak of spacial beauty or of an impending forlorn?

What state of Being spawned this act of mind
To inscribe words to unknown others of another time
Be it for reason of what was known to remind
Or simple matter of being so inclined?

Truth be that this present too is to the future: ancient
That this written expression too, will make its timeless ascent
To befall unknown eyes to ask: what by it was meant?
With symbol of its language lost, no longer there to represent.

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Walking on the street, looking down 


Down on the road


Don't want to get hurt, not any more


I am playing safe looking for


Rock and stone


Not want to get hurt


Not after the way you hurt me


I can't take it anymore


Cause I am sore


 I am sore, sore from your


Lies and betrayal


Sore from you're false 


Love 


The way you made my life 


Like hell


When you came into my life


You appeared like angel


The way you treated me


Very sly


But you were demon 


And everyone knows demons


Lie 


So did you          ……………payal parande

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