RENATA, 9 march 2020

nieskończoność uśpiona

co  noc 
z głębokiego grobu
wychodzą sny

śpi śpię śni 
dziewczynka i potwór
w ciemnym pokoju
pas idzie w ruch 
pręgi i siniaki
aż do moczenia 
pościeli ze strachu

co noc 
wilgotność przeraża
przecież ciebie mamo
już nie ma 
to ja jestem starą kobietą

co noc 
jestem potworem
zabłąkane oczy córki 

a ja wściekłą podnoszę pięść 
do utraty tchu i oddechu
wiara w pas wymaga pokuty
nikt mnie nie nauczył 
przytulać i kochać 

co noc szybkie bicie 
serca i razy spadające
słońce kwiaty i huśtawka 
córka i matka 
w snach 
jestem jedną i drugą 
biorę i daję 

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RENATA, 9 march 2020


zaplątała się między wrony 
skuliła ramiona

zamotała się między lokami gorgony
strachem podniecona
złem płonie

zaszyta w kącie miedzy drzwiami a oknem
być czy odejść jeszcze 
zawyło w niej zwierzę 

już nożyczki bierze
by przeciąć nić Ariadny
zrzucić z pleców dom

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 march 2020


Between the hope and
betrayal lies the truth-
a terra cotta version
of time.
A vitrified china will
not reflect your face.
You search the word's
tragedy, in a wound's
A speaking book repeats
the sermon.Do not
go after the questions.There
are no answers.
Prepare for the last rites
of porcelain.Only the plastic mind
knows the reality.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 march 2020

In Search Of Tremors

Night comes like a
black dog
around the corner.
I start paying off the debt
cry for cry, with a
ceremonial sword,
cutting off the shadows
falling from the
distant hills.
My questions are burning―
on pyre. How did I fail myself?
Why some mercy
was unacceptable to me?
Standing in midstream
I let go your hand,
and drown in quick sand of thoughts.
Now a poem will
lift me from the ruins.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 march 2020

Swift Descent

In cascading
tresses, when moon
got stuck.
I held your face
to see the frightened
fish in eyes.
Seven feet deep,
the snow-
escapes the man's foot.
A terrible fight
still goes on
between temple and mosque.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 march 2020

Nuit Blansh

I will gather you―
through the uproar,
when moon picks up the sneaky path,
from dizzying heights
of hunger.
The poverty of words
hides the bread, ..
You cannot eat an emblem.
The calibration has failed.
Milk contains the
contaminated water.
Everyone has one's own
book, where you write your name
and bear malice for everybody.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 march 2020

Mask Unmasked

To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.
What elevated you to a celebrity?
Your hump or deep wrinkled groans?
Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
Exile from the past is over.
When you intend to comeback to childhood
and become a simple star?
Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
I am afraid the flames will engulf,
the genius of pathways.
Everything will turn into obsolete gossip.
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 march 2020

Strange Politics

A soft, but me,
black moon
coming in bazaar.
Will you sell me the dreams?
Talking to grave silence
before the rains.
I will not plant
marijuana in your eyes.
O, ignorant prince,
my mother had left a legacy.
One should not sleep alone
to become poor.
I expect no applaud,
no cheers. I am a passer-bye
I have not killed

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 march 2020

A River Flows Inside Me

You drape me, with wet kisses
O moon.
I will not forget you
in freezing rain.
At dangerous arch,
milk in milk has made me red.
The ecstasy digs out
the hidden lyric,
I would never sing.
Will you find any
questions, to defeat the―
intimacy of a rape?
A hurt here, a bruise
there, my faded shirt
covers the poems.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 march 2020

Defeating Death

To you, I
send my silence,
before the fire starts, to engulf
the open barn.
This mourning must stop.
I will wash your feet, of mud
and wet grass. You have
come after crossing the jungle of black roses.
Tomorrow I will call swallows.
A peacock will replace the
ruined, plundered, silk poppies.
The bleeding sky turns blue.
On the road, echoes
of greedy words will eat the smiles.

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