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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 april 2020

Deep Tragedies

Life plays the tricks.
You become a meteor-
a streak of light, in the almond eyes
of a god.
 
 
I don; t like the grey areas.
Can you become fearless
and confess the guilt of drinking
the mercury? Blisters had
appeared on your face red and blue.
 
 
Was it a pure fault?
Mother earth smiles.When buried
alive thirty below the mound of lies
you remained alive.
 
 
Dehydrated, you speak
the truth and spill out the
false teeth.Your mind separates
from the heart and blood stains emerge.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 april 2020

Fencing

Scouring, the unmarked
silences―
for the invisible executions.
 
My name was
on top, for exclusion
from the list.
 
Now you can read the
applicant's account
under the sun's fault.
 
A thrill of terror
runs through the buds.
A celebration will stop the words.
 
There was no other
way, to know the pink of
a dying rose.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 april 2020

Show Me Your Jewel Box

Not reaching somewhere,
I was not today,
what I was.
 
You seek a hand
for a handshake, and I watch
the dirt gathering
on the nails.
 
Sky does not give you
an award.The soot
collects on the windows.
 
The blue skulls dance
to defy the earth.No forehead
was formed.How would you
read the destiny?
 
I swear, I did not fathered
the deity in a-
monotheist gathering.
A black hijab covers
the moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 april 2020

Unending Story

In the dust
from the dust. I will see your
face daily,
in between the spaces
in between the hunger―
against the wall, where you were
asked to stand erect
before...
 
The clock was moving without
hands. I will hear only the
tick, in dark, like the regular
heartbeats.
 
Ultimately the space wins. We start
moving apart. The distance increases.
Echo becomes dull and
then acoustics fail.
 
Only the specks now speak.
Each spot was a name
was somebody, was a living being.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 april 2020

Opaque Underbellies

In a moment
of panic-
you write a poem
to catch the truth.
 
The aplomb and glitter
of money's ride
shatters.
 
And the stones sing.
A star breaks away from
the galaxy.
 
I harbor your face
like a bee's sting.
 
I watch,
watch the ills of hunters.
Why you want to commit
the sin on a particular
day?
 
 
Orange planets, as of blood
and fire, seek another sun to light
the dark crevices
of doubts and fears.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 march 2020

What A Galaxy

Moon was mixing the colors.
The black hole does not exist.
I was hearing about the quantum,
something was amiss.
 
Purple grapes had turned black.
 
I am trying to understand
the damages. A discreet thought hole
permits the escape of energy.
 
Imagination was at risk.
Can you hold on to life,
without a shock?
 
Somewhere you go back
to a concentration camp to collect the ashes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 march 2020

Perplexed Views

The dots, million times,
like fire ants.
A black mass, you want
to exterminate.
 
Give me a light year
to understand the gray sky.
 
After the blast
the mind spills.
 
Thoughts, endless thoughts.
 
How do you reach the rim―
of success, as an ing'enue,
drifting down, without raft
in the river?
 
Was it a winter sleep of a toad
to ward off the
hypothermia?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 march 2020

A Lone Prayer

Leave your seminal
expression with minimal
damage.I am excluding the
human race.
Your chin protrudes
when you think aloud.
Were you becoming-
a unique animal in haste?
 
The man has the
erectile ego as that of
gastropod mollusk.You will
never cross the Atlantic chasm.
 
You always wear
a slippery shell externally,
when your thoughts are born.
God save this earth.


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steve

steve, 26 march 2020

"Wasn't Enough"

What can I say.. that hasn't been said...
Of dreams I had.. that now, are all dead,
Love wasn't enough to help you to see...
All that you had.. when you still had me,
And it wasn't enough.. that I've always been here...
As you make up excuses.. to just disappear,
And love wasn't enough.. as you still raised your hand...
While love trickled away... like hourglass sand,
Bruises and blood... heartache and pain...
What you called love... I call insane,
I know that it hurts... I've been hurting for years...
As I try to explain away all the tears,
Now it's too late... there's nothing to save...
There's only goodbye... as I walk away.


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steve

steve, 26 march 2020

"Your Wish Is My Command"

I think about you all the time.. "much more" than I'd admit...
For you are the addiction...  I can't bring myself to quit,
I can't let go these dreams of you.. and I can't walk away...
And just a fragment of a chance.. is enough to make me stay,
You've but to say the words.. for "your wish is my command"...
There's nothing that I wouldn't do.. for you are my last stand,
I only want to love you.. and lay down by your side...
My heart is weary from the tears.. and the years that I have tried,
Is it wrong to want to feel the part.. of you that few will see?
To take you by the hand.. and show what lives inside of me,
I can't make you care at all.. if its something you don't feel...
And to spend the night... if I must fight.. then I don't think I will,
If you can't see what's in my heart... by now if you don't know...
Then break these chains that bind my heart... and I will turn and go.


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