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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 july 2020

Impromptu

You can legitimate
the loot. There will be no
spineless resistance.

The skull cap only covers
the baldness hiding
the keratinized skin.

The lust shines
like pearls on your upper lip.
Beehive.

Poking the rabbit
before it jumps, you will
remember the ducks have no ears.

Ah, the learned
professor, he has started
teaching the full lips.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 july 2020

This Living Death

Oh, templed god, why did
you snare the palmer?

The importance of being
the autonomous? I am trying to
stay away from me to keep
a watch on you.

The itinerant sorcerer had
become a legate of gold trade.

The flesh is for sale, the
small mouth with big hunger.

A fledging of scar has become
a bleed. The synopsis was out.

I am going to ask some question
from the bo tree today.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 july 2020

This Living Death

Oh, templed god, why did
you snare the palmer?

The importance of being
the autonomous? I am trying to
stay away from me to keep
a watch on you.

The itinerant sorcerer had
become a legate of gold trade.

The flesh is for sale, the
small mouth with big hunger.

A fledging of scar has become
a bleed. The synopsis was out.

I am going to ask some question
from the bo tree today.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 july 2020

This Living Death

Oh, templed god, why did
you snare the palmer?

The importance of being
the autonomous? I am trying to
stay away from me to keep
a watch on you.

The itinerant sorcerer had
become a legate of gold trade.

The flesh is for sale, the
small mouth with big hunger.

A fledging of scar has become
a bleed. The synopsis was out.

I am going to ask some question
from the bo tree today.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 july 2020

Sisyphus

Let it go, do not touch it.
You had been negating the bare truth.
I was part of you
once at the shore of tragedy.
Life was treacherous
and I was free to laugh.

Come September and I will be chasing
the fireflies again.

How time takes revenge
from the innocent commitments?
You start returning to your roots
and I was still surfeiting
on the secret fidelity.

Where was the need to be tied down
to god? Nobody was honest to forsake
the fear of nameless nemesis.

The myth of rock still haunts.
Water still boils under the clay.
Petals fly in dark alleys
and I cannot find the door.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 july 2020

Loftiness

The shades of dawn
under the waning moon
reflect on your face.

The lace trembles-
when you watch the Venus
disrobing in dark.

Confession made.
You wash your feet in
Milky Way.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 july 2020

Not Prurient

Becoming fiercly personal
with no physical contact,
the crescent moon
ultimately occults the Venus.

The grazer now turns into
fugitive. Was not the knower,
was not the known.

No past, no future, you
move with your eyes down
to deny the assault, the flirtation.

Your silence was
unthinkable. I will bring home
the dead. Light is gone. The
slapper sleeps.

In emotional agony I
start prowling for the body.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 june 2020

My Ignorance

What happens when
you stop thinking?
Reaching near the god
or becoming a stone?

It was not enough even,
when you go in coma.
A shrine of dazzling failures.

The animosity, the politics
of violence.I cannot remain
untouched.Wounds would
never heal.

All fever.I am not alive.
of the marvels of religion.
I ask you to go away.This
Friday another Christ will die.

Becoming whole.Was it
possible today amidst the
unbecoming of human beings?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 june 2020

Disbanding

Pupil was on parole.
You abandon the inexhaustible
patience with increasing distance.
Everything was fading
when you look back.

The things, always return.
Like you did not carry a bundle
of postcards written
by your father, while emptying
the house.
His carved signature is still
printed in my brain.

Now my grand daughter saves
the e mails sent by me. The woes
of a pilgrim. A neutral passage
with no feel. Some day a glitch
will wipe out the treasure.

We have changed the costumes.
The inside has raw palisades.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 june 2020

Moratorium

A city burns.
The child carries the father
on his head.

The museum of skulls.
Nudes had blue veins
and scars on thighs.

The names were inherited.
Gettysburg water
refuses to mend the bones.

Ah, daisies are throwing
up the seeds in despair.
Civilization has come very far.

Progeny of death
were searching the mother
of all sins.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 june 2020

In Moonscape

A streak of sin was
always there, when I looked
at you in brief encounters.

Cathartic.
I would not kiss the
eyes of a viper.

The giver was insane.
A bane of togetherness.You
were getting pheromones all the time.

Parenting was difficult.
Now as the holy month starts.
You were always near the moon.

In golden sunset,
I will prepare my elegy.
The flames were always green.

With the relapse of grief,
drums sounded loud.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 june 2020

The Claudication

Is raining. Since night.
You have no claim on
dry lips. Wry stance. The
city walks slowly. Wasted
faces. You want to kill
the words, the profanities.
Want to unwrap the knife.

I don't need any flowers.
Always making faces. Too
Many boats in the sea of eyes.
Rowing, arowing. I am
Afraid. The fast currents. And
then my shirt becomes stained.
Dirty words.

You reach the bottom. The
terrible depth. Digging up
my body. Even my hands
become shovels. Slowly
I erase my name on the sand.
The sea has divided us.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 june 2020

Let's Decide

Less of charity
was needed, when you sleep
till dawn.

The spirit of the tree
comes down to
wake up the sage.

It spills the light
for a troubled window
cracked by hail.

A drenched house
of words
becomes pale, page by page.

I do not know
how to tell the story
of two bats which flew without wings.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 24 june 2020

Poems on Virtues 2

in praise of humor

so Job
was put to the
test this just and blameless
man disaster struck not once not
twice but

countless
times he lost
his wealth loved ones friends and
wealth yet he persevered and he
endured

his faith
unbending in
the midst of his sadness
and despair he battled on day
after

day a
serious man of
virtues of fortitude
gratitude fidelity and
patience

for want
of humor a
risible virtue the
holy man sank into deep
despair

armed with
humor he could
have grasped the absurd
in the morass of affliction
and said

“my body sores are many and really bad
but if yours are worse then you are dead”

renato

wednesday 24 june 2020


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 june 2020

Aham Asmi, I Am I Am

Night melts into tears
day sums up the pain.
A fear stalks the flute,
and darkness falls on the drapes.
I was a lake
and I was the sun.

I held you on to my breast.
Give me your fangs
and give me your venom.
I was blue and I am the death.

Centuries of wounds
and million of scars.
Silence of sky
and lull in the clouds.
I am the fire
and I am the gale.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 june 2020

Ink Fall

Snakebitten
you raise your hand:
not to strike back,
but to salute the pain.

Weaving the aurora of stainless performance
of inevitable.

Not going to change my path.

Gazing through years,
the fog, the hurts.

You were flame-born
in strong winds.
Father of woods,
the hunger was very faithful.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 june 2020

Unmaking Me

I want to shake them off,
the weird thoughts,
like a swarm of bees,
buzzing, whining, aimed at nothing.
Want to write me off?

Loneliness.I
observe the hands of a watch,
looks like they are not moving.
Time stands still.
Waits for me to move.

An atavistic ache.Again I view the world.
Everybody is making a sound without bending.
With dreams dead, I step into emptiness,
barefoot, to feel the earth.

Not going to quit,
free to kill my ghost,
I move into sunlight.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 june 2020

Brilliant Stroke

Unstable like a mercury
drop, when you hold
a pen, hiding your
icy thoughts.

Like an archer, ready
to abandon the bow, without
shooting at the target.

The bull's eye was a
blue rose, sitting in the dark
niche, afraid of light.

In synesthesia, of
nights assault, you fume
and sizzle, when the dew
drops hit you.

You will not give the name
of slayer, who killed you with a smile.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 june 2020

Self-Righteousness

Put a candle under
the rose bush.
I am going to draw blood
from the moon.

See my body has become
a boat and you are the sea.
I am an opus Dei
and you are my deity.

We mist and we rain
on our frailties. The drama
unfolds, when we grieve
for the butterflies.

Who was taller than
our sins? Like pixies
falling from the skies.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 june 2020

This Was Cobra Night

O pathfinder,
you wanted to leave unsung.
One day I will track down your footmarks.

Last night I understood
the unholy drowning of the truth,
before the priests of innocent surrender.

Jealousy was the secret of
downfall.You can use the parenthesis now
to defend the corporate
blunders.

Politics has become a
grammar to cheat the morphology
of gospels.

Do not go like naked truth
in the crowd.I wanted back
my eyebaths to see clearly.

The gap between the lips
was widening..


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 18 june 2020

Poems on Virtues 1

if you were a virtue

to be
simple is not
to be a simpleton
simplicity is just being
a grace

simplest
among virtues
it is light lucid clear
a part of all other major
virtues

encased
in occams blade
buried deep in genes and
epigenes it needs nurture to
be learned

unlike
the virtue of
generosity that
is dynamic it is one of
repose

opposed
to the vice of
duplicity it is
natural unselfconscious free
of the

lapse of
self absorption
a virtue of the intellect
of the

moral
of the spirit
to be simple is to
be devoid of complexity
it is


a state
of quiet ease
in just being without
pretense or dissimulation
nothing

else but
being simple
a virtue of
ease that is so exacting to
attain

i ask
if you were a
virtue what will you be
i say you are simplicity
my friend//


renato
wednesday 17 june 2020

(to Will Liao)


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 june 2020

Mammoth Blackness

You had left me reeling
under the bluebells,
like a trembling leaf, like wheels
in human conflict.

Trying to learn the democracy
of honeybees, like the
cohesiveness of fireants,

Handcuffed, staying in
solitary confinement, hitting at
the walls. Chipping away
the ungrateful.

The triage will leave me
unattended. The road...
do you think, it will be visible?

The stars will listen,
night will not.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 june 2020

Death Mask

It was not the worth
of a cloud,
your garden, sitting
on the lake.

Refresh drops, in the
dry eyes of the rope, which was
wounding around your neck
like a snake.

You want to become
a blue god now, on
opioids. A living ruin, attracting
the tourists.

The terrible change,
we are dragging our dead body
under the shadow of
the toes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 june 2020

Not You, Not Me

You tell me in no
ambiguity to hold on the solitude.
Life was overrating the return
of a prodigal saint.

In wet distance
would you plant the seeds
of spiritual lockup?

Was it not two timing?
Riding on the waves
and starting roots music?

Shot in the back
of head, you wanted to die quickly
being sincere towards life.

Self-abandonment,
it were you, which was, for
what it was not.

I am counting the tongues
of flames, licking
the acid burned virtues.


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steve

steve, 15 june 2020

"No Guarantees"

It hurts too much to see you, I have to back away...
When you're here, I can't pretend, that everything's ok,
The clock hands just stop moving.. when lonely's how you feel...
Your moving in slow motion.. as though time was standing still...
The night is long and empty.. as you're waiting for a call...
But it soon becomes transparant.. like the shadows on the wall,
Minutes turned to hours.. and the hours drift away...
As darkness finally yields itself.. to the light it kept at bey,
You could play me like a fiddle.. you could break this heart in two...
You could look into these eyes.. and see my love for you,
For love is knowing some things.. are neither wrong nor right...
And what we see through different eyes.. won't be just black and white,
You could say the things you mean.. and mean the things you say...
You could give to me my heart's desire.. and then just walk away,
But love is not a fairy tale.. and it gives "no guarantees"...
And "happy ever after"... is something few will see,
I'm taking back my heart, while I'm still in control...
It's not something you earned, it's something that you stole.


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steve

steve, 15 june 2020

Blue

If you ever wonder why my heart is always blue...
It's not hard to find the answer, because I'm in love with you,
I know that your afraid, to be where I now stand...
To tear down all the walls you've built, and give to me your hand,
To lay your heart out on the line, to bare your soul to me...
To trust me in that guarded space, that only love should be,
I'd never want to hurt you or cause you any pain...
I'd keep your heart right next to mine, and shield you from the rain,
I'll show you love you've never known, and hold your heart above...
And there will be no doubt at all, to weather I do love,
For all the joys that love would bring, together we would share...
To say goodbye to lonely night, and know I'll always care,
If these words were not my own, but words you said to me...
My heart would never cry again, and blue would never be.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 june 2020

Transcending

I like to rage on with
flying snakes. The fog deepens.
You skid on the ice of the bridge
after the freezing rain. Infidelity
becomes the pick of the day. I
look at my Goldie, the pug,
sitting on the step. Waiting for me
like a meditating Buddha, eyes
half-closed.

Let me see your hands. Your
bones are becoming frail, twisted.
You cannot lift the book, hold
the pen. When you write, your hands
start trembling, as if you are
being watched, to write your last
will or ready to jump in the river.

Life had been very cruel.
When you said, you are a dervish,
the hyenas started laughing.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 june 2020

The Road

He has been spoken off.

Sometimes I feel,
it is time to go.

Sun is preparing to depart.
After sometime moon will arrive.

You want to stop writing
and shut the book. Enough.
All things said, world will go on its way.

You change the clothes,
alter the sex,
exchange the god,
and refuse to die.

Nothing, but the dirty game survives.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 june 2020

Unblemished

Awakened
at the partition.
Left bleeding, the spider silk
had started weaving
the web.

I am trying to understand,
the sign language,
your tears.

You have to become
transparent.I have not
crossed the river yet.

Words not weapons
were needed to heal after
the cannibalism.

This world will
spare us in night.
Trajectory of moon
was changed.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 june 2020

Quietness

Cupping the water in hand,
you feel the nativity-
near the mute swans.

The silence of a bird, explodes
before it flies.
The hands flutter in excitement.

You take a cipher to
measure the infinity. Figures
become drones. One of the
suspect throws a bomb.

The quietness of sea, when
you start drinking the mist.
I will discover the beauty of death.

The words will reach,
when you would not listen.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 june 2020

Punctuality

The cult moves in
circle. Stargazing
starts. You lie buried in
wet retreat. Eyes protruding

The veil sends a sweet death.

The death. Only you would
know, what was the conversation
between the repentant
and priest.

Superfluous. To beautify
the grimace. The lips-
always cheat.

A black cloud devours the moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 june 2020

The Acid Test

When you stand still
in unbearable agony, the unquiet
dark starts settling
around me.

Why this crisscrossing of
ill-bred beliefs and credences?
Hacking of the circinate thoughts?
After the rolled up,
tip of pain lies in the center.

The dead leaves,
noises of the past-are gathering up
with ugly exhibits.

As origami, you fold it
and put it back
in ice box.There was no need
to decorate the death's crown.

Eyes half-shut
will not see the moon rise.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 june 2020

Star-Struck

Sitting in the sun
preparing the relic, for
future visitation.

The geranium bleeds
for the god particle, which
always eludes
the man.

A tiger would sleep
in my bed, jettisoning
the fish of your eyes.

The glass eye breaks,
enters the tomb of the orb
sheltering the darkness.

There was no clear answer-
from the mask, as if why
the tryst with stars failed.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 june 2020

Stopping The Moonlight

Call me avenger,
after the punch line had-
damaged the hidden ghost.

I want you to
let me go now after the sunset.
My odyssey has not ended.

You are not
what you were, once
upon a time.

The seven colors
are wearing the dark dresses.
Trading has become the hallmark
of light.Let me write my name
without alphabets.

The echoes come back
to pick the mundane sounds.
The celestial music will not be played again.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 june 2020

Something New

Would you live without your
shell, one day? A chasm
was growing between us. I
was feeling very aloof.

Intruding on your private
grief, sometimes I will
see the blue veins ascending
the marbeled thighs.

Beehive and death, sets
us apart. Beyond the age
a sun sinks in crimson glory.
To bring peace on the spikes of grass.

The dreams were disappearing.
The house sits knee deep
in thoughts. I will be collecting the
knobs fallen from the doors.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 june 2020

A Banquet Table

Performing to a script
you divide me like a fish.
From dirt a face rises.

One flew over the sea
to count the red islands
where the rocks hanged the dry skulls.

Why did you kill the panthers
by feeding them the toxic menu?
Sugar was never my cup.

It was not the question
of bread and butter:
we were talking of clean air.

The ashes will rule now.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 june 2020

Great Expectations

Celebrating the death.
Neither physical, nor nostalgic-
I adore the finish,
in place of wages.

Not cerebral.It was
my pledge to remain a husk
after the carnage.

In manthanal I will preserve
the memories of hairless moon-
my nomadic friend.

Like a woodpecker to mark my
territory, I want to stay
alone in my grief.

March and dahlias.Sometimes
I stand before them and,
talk about ephemerality of the beauty.

When would you come
to say goodbye?


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RENATA

RENATA, 2 june 2020

nierzeczywistość

nie wiem nie wiem kim jestem
kim byłem dokąd podążam
a ty możesz kierować

zasupłany w swoje słowa
pełna głowa pełen język
więzy więzy
palce wciąż piszą piszą
każdą czynność
nic nie jest niewinne
a najgorszy strach

wmówiłaś mi że
jestem mordercą
więc zabiłem


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RENATA

RENATA, 2 june 2020

-Rzeźnik

Renata ---Rzeźnik na pdst Rzeznika M.Czornyj-2-06-2020


obłąkana natura potwora
zabija robi przetwory
w tych bigosach jest moc wielka
już na targu robi się kolejka

widziały jego oczy
dużo wojennej przemocy
serce zamknięte w butelce
rozum stuka się w czoło
gdzież tyle mięsa marnować

jakiś czas ma spokój
pracuje choć z jedną nogą
namiętnie chodzi do kina
chłopców nagania mu słynna bileterka

nie wiedziała że sama skończy w walizce
pociągu relacji Szczecin-Katowice
tylko dlatego że tak bardzo chciała być z nim
zrobiła się nachalna zwłaszcza po kilku głębszych

demony w głowie robią dziury
szczątki wnętrzności siekierą
młotkiem na dół do góry
Irena ostatnia była w jego zbiorach
z jajecznicą dobrze smakowała
jej głowa w rzęsach jeziora tonie
Rzeźnik zawisł na klamce
u piekła bramy
bez łaski


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 june 2020

Post Valentine

After the full moon
I will collect roses
from your ashes.

The essay will not-
be written, about,
how did I love you.

The silent shriek
was left alone
in the valley.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 june 2020

Point-Blank

I know the flesh heals
but not the ethos.
Though I was not the doer
yet I did't fail in my journey
through dark.

It was a fait accompli.
Knelt in prayer, I was branded
with hot iron.

Why am I shaking
like Titanic? Your long arm
did not save me from the shining
iceberg of simple knowledge.

Do we go together in the sea?
The dark music was very
enticing.Brick by brick we had
made the levee.Now the river of rage
has broken the embankment.

You want to climb
from the abyss.A death wish
overtakes the hills.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 may 2020

Synopsis

Valentine?
What do you want
to read?

Between sex and
surrogacy?

No monikers.
Pure frankenstein!

O, naïve culpabilibity,
do not sleep on my arm.

Unmoving, the suffix
disappears.
I am still holding
the question mark.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 may 2020

Abstract Thoughts

Escaped soul
was pronounced dead, after
becoming rich. You start
peeling of the skin of neo-poverty.

Hunger equates you with god.
It hurts your tarnished honesty. The
image of half-man, half-tiger.
The veneer coming off very soon.

The pepper spray was well
planned for steady hands to
make you spring-blind. Your pockets are
full of fireflies.

The poetry effect was negligible,
when you start praying for snowstorm.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 may 2020

Ascending Paresis

This was the art of killing.
From the dizzying
heights you throw the
vesicants.

Now you need the gliomas
to finish the job.

At wrong time, I was
raising the bizarre questions.
Why the wealth brings-
the change of life?

A wandering pain
caves in, where the moon
looks sick in its paleness.

The massive lies, deep
in dirty tricks after the traffic
of voices.In blank space
I plant my poem.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 29 may 2020

Loneliness of Being One (To Will Liao)

against solitude

sunrise
sunset these mean
nothing to you who slip
in and out of awakening
alone

the pain
comes in waves but
never goes away it
stays to harry and heckle you
alone

in health
in illness and in
dying the most pain is
the thought that you are solitary
alone

yet we
who love you stand
in close proximity
we stay so you know you are not
alone//

renato
thursday 28 may 2020


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 may 2020

Not On Crutches

Not impassible.
Buried in snow, I
will bring back my moon.

There was no divination.
I still stand on my legs.

I will not talk about shadows
or any haloes. An urge to find
unknown. Touching the feet?
No I don't submit to body.

No rewards. No citation.
I will walk alone in the jungle
of prying eyes, in my
visible bones.

The flame-test. The truthless
blames, and a naked god.
I have come faraway from my childhood.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 may 2020

A Grave Question

The bio sheet remains
incomplete.
I am leaving the papers blank.

Singed, as the white coal:
the ash, smudged on eye brows.
I have come to rekindle
the dying flames.

The anger was mine,
scolding the scarf in winter storm,
what was the need to spread the
white sheet?

Like you will not write, an―
apology for kissing a cobra tongue.
It was ok to become a fool?

Where a tear sits on
the edge to fall in silence
for not undoing the hawthorn?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 may 2020

Armless Salutation

Going within to feel
the war moves.The pagan
gods have come out
on parole.

Was it an esoteric event
to propitiate a violative
divinity? From crude to soft
affirmative nod, I am going to-
see the game of chairs.

Between sin and virtue,
wrong and right, nonage
always jumps into.Too proud to accept
the defeat.First the annihilation
and then the fathering.

This genesis had no design
no vision.A miraculous journey
downhill.The dawn is still
faraway.Nightlong agony
will continue.

Unclenched I hold the pen
to say nothing.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 may 2020

The Water In Boat

Understanding the poverty
of the earth, the pain,
of the primal tribe,
invoking the god of sky.

In my victory, I was stabbed.
I will go and meet the sea.

You are there, O hunger
of home and peace, mute
as a stone, baked in
sun, waiting for the ripples.

I will burry the blackberries
in dreams, the lips will
seek the silence of a stroke,
when moon walks in unannounced.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 may 2020

Not A Noble Thing

Poetry of vengeance.
This was not any pulverized
version of new memes, the
digital eating
of the truth.

We are not moving at all.
A hidden rope becomes a rattler,
frightens you from the
narcissistic stupor.

Every day a scam erupts.
The veil remains intact, but the
undercurrent explores the path
to kill you.

There was no music left in
legs. A black window jumps
over the fence. A sharp
sting brings the angina.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 may 2020

Calamity

In my assets
you blaze.
A past of you in my
future torments the wait.

Lynx-eyed you-
nip the dark.Moon will rise
after awhile.

My kin,
God's untouchables,
were born with hoods.

I am the snow
you melt in nude.The
natural thing, suicidal.

Now the shadows
lengthen.Solar eclipse
was very near.

I am going to drag out
the eternal truth.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 may 2020

Walking Out

Do not give me a shrine.
Not for me.

A no-name.

Between hollyhock and
rose, I like the
laltern.

I am not a savage,
mangling, the bush.

Happy hormones,
I am coming at peace with me
but no opioid sleep.

Thumbs-up for my failure
to become a joke.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 may 2020

Will You Admit?

An indecent
exposure. It was not
a game, to kill
a panther, moving
around in search
of prey.

And the basic instinct.

The fundamental trait defict
was between hunger
and ecstasy, between beast
and man.

You will chase a
butterfly, not for pleasure
but to become
an animal.

This was the observer,
and that was observed.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 may 2020

Now I Speak

Becoming myself,
in the light of a flint, I
come back to retrieve the story,
after the pernicious fall.

Do I tell you the truth
of the doll's death? The damned
shock- after the head
was severed from its body.

The golden leash lies broken
Where your religion
has failed? I am carrying
the wheels of the dirty war
to put on the crumbling walls of peace

Te untouchables.They are
crowding the square.Do you
hear the heart rending slogans?

The borrowed mantras
were fake.Mud in mud, you want
to outlive the dark caves.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 may 2020

Irrelevantly

To drink the sea,
spilled over
from your eyes was not an easy task.

It was getting
dark, outside.
Inside an eternal flame
of separation
was flickering.

About the consent
of owning
privacy of truth,
I withdraw
my comments.

Now no shroud was needed
to cover the naked body.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 may 2020

The Definition

Do not
give me a dream.

I will return my name.

There was no arrival
for me. Like wintergreen.

No ending,
no point, no tip.

A continuum
of space, time
and pain.

A stream on blackstone
flowing after the hail,
pellets of frozen tears.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 may 2020

Cold-Bloodedness

Gifting myself a new
hurt, though ephemeral, do
you feel my nearness
when I don't speak?

It doesn't work, your
patience with a deadpan face.
How would you talk to
butterflies, hollyhocks and
blackbirds?

You had tried to overrun
your own self by giving away
your eyes.Mind it, your
vision will still follow you
at burning pyre.

Weep, weep my poems
weep.The seduction was not
your gold, nor your enemies.
Then whom you are going to make
your god?

The handcuffs have no answer.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 may 2020

For Others

Salt burnt, you come
under the shade
of milkworts.

Not fated, you still
wanted, unaided departure.

Reading the lifeline in your hand,
why did you opt
to kick the bucket?

You wanted to celebrate the luge with vodka?

How do you get in my shoes?
You become me?
The blue lake of your eyes was frozen
I will walk on ice to reach your home.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 may 2020

Staircases

Why the pink words
float in black eyes?
I swear, I will not look
at the moon again.

The city burns in snow.
A jump of small
legs, takes you far
from the roar of falls.

The blackbird was my
mascot, sitting on the white
birch, dreaming blue.

A white sheet covers the
shrieking nails. You
cannot walk barefoot
on smouldering candles.

Why again you are climbing
the volcanos?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 may 2020

The Essence Of Nothingness

Mind goes blank.
In the interim relief- I will wake
with the moon tonight,
to inherit your pain.

Picking up the marbles
you nurture the memories.
In your speechlessness-
you have spoken a Buddha.

Buried in lake you dig out
the incense of life.
A rumor breathes.The untrounced
myth becomes the angel.
Will you meet the danger again?

The wounds were
becoming older.You want to
start the fight afresh? Against
the inevitable?
Why you were growing the sage?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 may 2020

Side By Side

This was a circle
which broke.

Like a heroin death,
like an eternal sleep,
like living on the dark floor of the lake.

There was no ovulation.
Earth has stopped brooding.

Submerged in quicksand
you cannot breathe,
after hurting yourself.

Do not go in the mirrors.
The fog was your friend.

Pick up the leaves, the
leaves fallen from the lone tree.
You become the seed.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 may 2020

Drooping Lids

Like it was pain of sea.
The waves are not rising.

You remember the depth
of eyes, of heart,
when you cannot read the
face of shadows.

So much soundless crying.
The birds have gone
to distant shores
for water.

Manytimes I had given
a call. Immaculate exit.
I will not carry any stigmas.
Want to travel light―

to meet my tormentor.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 may 2020

Night Eye

I will ask
the moonflower to give me
a beautiful death,
under the Nightshade.

A nocturne clue;
will you play the piano for me
for a last time? Are you going to meet me in
the grid, crossing the sharp angles?

The signs start shimmering
in dark, like cobra's
tongue.I don't call the names.Overbiting, I
hold the words.

Loss of faith, I
don't believe in me.Did I
betray your creation O god?
The virtuals are overtaking me.
Your flagship becomes a hoax.

I change my name for ever.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 may 2020

Wafer-Thin

Wearing a straitjacket
you come out in open.
This was a black day.
You were not invited.

The economy smells of stale fever.

A pungent smoke rises
from the joints.

A decision drifts. Scare of
paper bomb stills―
the flow of tea.

There was a party.
People come and go. Skullcaps
galore. White on brown sugar.

There is no love lost between us.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 may 2020

Tulips Were Coming

Schizoidly I walked
with the moon― by night/
when you slept―
in my eyes.

I will leave my shadow
behind, one day
in dark.

Death is no exit. There was
no clear message for withdrawl.
The enemies were drawing near.

I will not push the cart.
There was no bunker homicide.
Hidden marriage bears the fruit.

Truth was behind me
I am naked like a candlestick.
The religion puts out the light.


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steve

steve, 9 may 2020

"I Keep Holding On"

I keep holding on for love... that I know will never be...
Unless you look beyond this body... to what's inside of me,
I don't think I'm like anyone... that you've ever known before...
But you'll never see what's inside me.. if you stand behind the door,
You always leave me breathless.. God, what's a man to do...
For I can barely breathe at all.. when you walk into the room,
I'll lie here in the darkness.. calling out your name...
But nothing in this world.. could make you feel the same,
Just one chance to touch you.. as the fire rages on...
Completely out of my control.. until the breaking dawn,
I know just where I stand... but my heart will not let go...
Tell me what's a man to do.. with love that he can't show,
My heart won't set me free.. no matter what I do..
It's holding on for love.. because it belongs to you...


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RENATA

RENATA, 8 may 2020

błyski

chcę cię znależć
wstaję idę patrzę
bezustannie

twoja twarz błąka się
gdzieś pomiędzy uliczkami
nie zdążam za uciekaniem

koszmary wspomnień krążą
słodko gorzkie poczucie winy
uparcie z psim węchem pokazuję
zdjęcie przypadkowym przechodniom

parzy schowany gdzieś głęboko
list pożegnalny utonęłaś bo chciałaś
a ja nie wierzę jedyne na co było
mnie stać to zanurzać się w wannie
długo i głęboko jak ty w rwącym nurcie rzeki

ścieżki wyobrazni
niczym drut kolczasty
oczy usta zęby głos
kimkolwiek jesteś
nie uciekaj córeczko
znów znajdę cię


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RENATA

RENATA, 8 may 2020

ANTYDEPRESANTY

problem poważny
na czas kwarantanny
to nie dziki zachód
dopóki mamy dochód

a ty ciesz się ciesz seksem
z partnerem podziel się powietrzem
atrakcje erotyczne w walce ze stresem
będą dla naszych depresji różową pastylką

intymnie włochate myśli przy mnie
bez przymusu wtulać się razem w pierzynę
rozmawiać o udkach skrzydełkach i piersiach
bez maseczki przy pocałunkach bez wysiłku w bezsensie


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 may 2020

With Invocation

I will call you
in a moon night-through
a fragile letter,
for extracting the end of beginning
to do a Houdini
to escape from the straitjacket
of your own commitment.

Decades on-
the house still carries the smudges
on the walls, where you
wrote dreams in vermilion
and later on singed yourself out-
to become disfigured.

For whom you laid seige,
your silence, becoming a song? A sculpted mutiny to
collect the thin bones asking
the moon to send more light.
Timeless a death waits in the shadows
for a fat answer.
I will spread the salt.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 8 may 2020

remembering the missing & missing the remembered

and then there were five
and a half

those were
the days when life
was now and tomorrow
had nothing to do with the past
we were

we thought
forever the
gang of eight and a half
Jess and Jun Ray and Roy Cris and
Chito

Rudy
and Edgar with
Bobby the great one half
we all had high hopes for life was
so good

Rudy
was first to go
with a burst vessel in
his brain while asleep leaving just
seven

and a
half of the gang
next went Roy felled slowly
by a virus he denied he
had to

very
end followed now
by Edgar the kind who
was taken by Azrael the
crowned one

too soon
too soon they have
left and gone leaving five
and a half of us to wonder
who’s next//

renato
wednesday 6 may 2020


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steve

steve, 7 may 2020

"Great Divide"

Do you know how hard it is for me.. to lay it on the line...
To look you in the eyes and know... the only feeling's "mine",
To tell you what I feel for you.. and what I dream about...
To risk it all.. for the truth.. and let there be no doubt,
Did you know that every time you pass... I can't look away...
As the world around me disappears... when you look at me that way,
Did you know that I would walk through fire.. just to stand with you...
Knowing you don't care at all... but in my heart .. I Do,
Your eyes are like blue diamonds... even stars can not compare...
And I'd walk a thousand miles more... if I knew that you'd be there,
All of this for just one chance... to feel you by my side...
To take your hand and look at you... to cross the great divide,
On my knees and through my tears... if it's what I had to do...
I'd give my life without regret... because I wanted too.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 may 2020

Whom To Believe

It sets me off
when you bring up
afterlife.

With upturned
snout, the asp, enters
the hole.

Emptiness
fills the gaps. Somewhere
words join. Become a sentence.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 may 2020

Tumbling Over

Standing in the centre of a circle,
trying to reach the periphery.
Was it a mistake―
to exhume the entombed
injury?

The bloody withdrawl
takes you back to brown
earth from the red sea.
How would you receive,
that you don't receive?

Your eyeslids flutter.
Sun will ask you for
shutting the eyes. The
glass breaks in your
globes.

Fibrosis cracks. You are
moving faster now in black rain.


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steve

steve, 5 may 2020

"Out Of Time"

I heard a familiar voice today... I turned and it was you...
And all the strength I thought I had... was something I construed,
I almost fell down on my knees... as I silently cried your name...
But I had to keep my tears inside... because you don't feel the same,
We laughed and talked and all the while... the tears were pouring down...
And I cried a river of tears for you... but I wished that I had drowned,
Life is cold and hard... when you're living it alone...
When there's no one in your life to love... it can turn your heart to stone,
Everything I feel for you... I keep locked up inside...
Because I can't ask you once again... to cross that great divide,
I felt my knees begin to shake... if you only knew,
It takes my breath away every time... to get that close to you...
I just want to share with you... what only two can share...
And fill my heart with memories... instead of lost despair.
To lay down close beside you... to feel your skin touch mine...
To let my heart love again... before I'm "out of time,"


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 may 2020

Asking For Sovereignty

It was a cloudburst-
from your saddened eyes.
I want you to hurt me.

Like blood fingers writing
a name in sky-of
a towering fault.The sin
0f unabandoning a hymn.

The breach will swallow
the lamb.I would not know
of the Aquila, how
big were its wings.

Burn me in your eyes.
O goddess, why you always

look like a fireball?

O liberty, what was the color
of your torn gown? The aconites and anemones
have beautiful buttercups.
How would you drink the lethal dose?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 may 2020

Wild Thoughts

It was syntax
killing a kiss.
You play with a button.

You press a rose,
between the lips,
in black and white.

A nerve quivers
from head to toe.
Where the stars go when you cry.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 may 2020

On Collision Course

No comments. The eagle
is ready to pounce on
your future, when you were
preparing to consume your past.

Flesh eaters. They are going
far than far. I wanted
to do something strange
and new, for example―

like destroying myself. Dirty
thoughts. Always coming with
new legends. It is a deep
hole. Cavernous.

A dark blankness. You
are not arriving. And then you
let it go― sensually, facing
the unknown. An explosion,

waits for a new birth. A poem!


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 2 may 2020

under siege

while we wait

in this
time of the crown
this deadly devouring
scourge love persists and distancing
unites

renato
saturday 02 may 2020


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RENATA

RENATA, 2 may 2020

umierający dandys

Umierający dandys -Nils Dardel 1918

blady zarys ust zawisł
zastygł w półuśmiechu
półleżąc w półśnie
chce dokonać żywota

dandys goguś niecnota
salonowy hemafrodyta
kończy się wiek
homokochanków
łez płyną potoki
spod monokli

żałobne kobiety z żalem
kolory chustą skrywają
śmierć rozpusta
gniew i śmiech

zatracić się aż po nierzeczywistość
hulaszczym kolekcjom wołać dość
ten gest to śmierć kobieto poczekaj


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 april 2020

Anxieties

What could you do
when the donor fatigue
is on display? And stops the succor?
You are no more hungry.
 
A Buddha sleeps nonchalantly.
 
Small, blue grapes leave
their mark on the plate.
It will take decades to unknow
the sexual orientation.
 
Breathing in the incense,
the cannabis rules.
You were inhaling the history.
 
A unisex quality
in the seedless pomes.


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steve

steve, 28 april 2020

"Yesterday"

I don't like to think about... how the years have slipped away...
But everytime I think of us... it seems like yesterday,
I think about the times we shared... as two young lover's would...
If only I could turn back time... then you know I would,
But we were young and reckless... and the winds of change did blow...
And I never thought I'd ever be... someone you used to know,
The years have pulled us far apart... from what it used to be...
And I wonder what your life is now...  do you ever think of me,
I've not found a single one... that I'd compare to you...
I held perfection in my hands... and let it slip right threw,
Regrets for what I didn't do... keep me living in the past...
There's so much that I want to say... but your not here to ask,
The hollow darkness screams your name... as the echo fades away...
And I am left here all alone... with only yesterday.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 april 2020

False Ceiling

You wanted tranquility
clean and sane,
scudding at persona
impact.
 
Some thinking disorder?
You start cutting yourself.
 
Collecting the body parts.
 
Yellow jasmine. I will know that
I do not know the fields of hate.
 
When your world falls apart,
what I would do.
 
Every day
I dig up a sin
with a knife.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 april 2020

What To Think

Cruel times,
and the walls are rising.
The rivals.Medusae versus columns.
Snakes for hairs
opposed to stones.
The bell shaped body with stinging
tongues.
 
I will not speak.
This is the gift from the womb of
evil.The blues.
Wounded by you.
 
The color changes.Sunrise to sunset.
You stay in sunroom, in dumbness.
Chilling poverty.
 
You shake violently.
Give me the skin to cover my bones,
I am bleeding black.You know the tilted moon
still crying.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 april 2020

Dismay

It was not ending, not beginning
this fracas,
to search the exit.
Where to go where to.
 
The window
has jumped out
from the moon. what was
your ultimate? What was?
 
The cold-blooded
creepy object
discharging the virulent
flames virulent.
 
Migratory ink
always lands on the
paper, would not
move the words would not.


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Janusz Józef Adamczyk

Janusz Józef Adamczyk, 25 april 2020

Very shortly

is the matter
and the antymatter
is the Ghost of the Life
and the Gost of the Death
is the consciousness
and of the First and of the Second
and is the soul
as the chanse for the man

Janusz Józef Adamczyk
Świdnik, Poland
25.04.2020


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 april 2020

On Blackboard A Chalk Writes

The water breaks.
Do you hear the voices?
I will ask my half self.
 
The pretension sends
neuroimages.
I am going home to read my horoscope.
 
Words grieve. I
have done a dream.
Silence sins.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 april 2020

Your Dress Code

Coming back with
nipples and fangs, all
the black visions.
 
Those lunging at the
helpless prey, a hundred arms,
pythonic- to squeeze
the life out of
the rising voice.
 
You were my trust,
my secret, then why this
curse,
of your signs, your signature,
your face?
 
You were me, I was you.
We were not different, I open
my chest to receive the bullets
the stone, the stick.
 
The words.They swim
like dolphins, whistling
crossing the horizons
reaching beyond the colored dresses.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 april 2020

Leaving The Home

Your hands
start a fire―
thinking beyond the rainbow.
 
The next hearing
will encompass the unheard sins
of islands.
 
In spot, you open
the lock and let in the strange voices,
 
wearing the hidden masks
of untold flaws.
 
The system starts crumbling
and you wash your feet
in tumbling water
of unsound river, held in abeyance.
 
No house was left
without ashes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 april 2020

Penury Ward

In tattered clothes.
I would see my returned privation.
I will make the holes bigger,
so that light seeps in,
on my blackened chest.
 
The lovers will not meet
today, out, in open;
on moonward path.
 
The charred remains―
of the rope are visible.
The soaked blanket, to sleep in,
has become infernal.
 
What are you drinking now?
No other passage,
no exit, even the kiss of death?


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RENATA

RENATA, 21 april 2020

drżenie

presja twojego głosu
i ton pana wszechwłądnego
sprawiają że jestem nikim
trzęsącą się galaretą

popatrz do niczego się nie nadajesz
stawiasz kroki w chmurach 
nikt ciebie nie slucha
flegmatyczka nieporadna nieskładna

zabija brak pewności siebie
wzbudza poczucie winy
to własny mąż nikt inny
bez ciebie wreszcze kimś jestem





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steve

steve, 21 april 2020

"What is Right"

I guess I never thought about... all the reasons why...
Or the circumstance created.. that can make good people lie,
I couldn't see beyond my walls... I could only see my needs...
But the truth is that we all hurt and everybody bleeds,
Life is more than living... it's learning as you go...
It's taking someone by the hand... and teaching what you know,
It's about growing far beyond... what we think we understand...
And letting go finite thoughts... that have always held back man,
It's learning how to speak the truth... and learning to forgive...
Knowing that we're all the same... with just one life to live,
It's learning to be humble... to share with those in need...
To always stand for "what is right"... and never to concede,
To know that you are not alone... our needs are all the same...
Your my brother, she's my sister... we just have different names,     
There is always strength in numbers... so when despair comes into view...
Just know that when united... there's nothing we can't do...


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 april 2020

Crossing The Bar

Beyond the gaze there is a time zone
of rumored agitation,
when you cannot sleep.
You open your eyes quietly to complain.
 
The caretaker has prepared the shroud.
Smoke is rising on the hills.
Nobody walks with you.It is a
lone journey, where centuries throw the dust
on your hallowed gifts.
 
The pyramid of signs, symbols, signatures,
disappear in penultimate flare.
Time to leave the waiting room.
 
The resurrection will take place now;
of fear, of despair, of foot steps in dark.
I will hear them, holding my breath.
 
Landscape will change into valley of tears.


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RENATA

RENATA, 20 april 2020

doczekać niedoczekanego

wieczna i ponad czas młoda
milość da z siebie wszystkie siły

miły
kochała coraz mocniej i mocniej
i słońce jaśniej świeciło
to była miłość pełna łaski 
i poświęceń liczyła każdą minutę 
z nim nic więcej bez oczekiwań na potem

miła 
niekochał lecz pozwalał przychodzić 
brał jej ciało i obiecywał wszak wojna
była wtedy zamknięty w czterech ścianach
iluzji pragnął tylko wolności potem 
uciekał wciąż w poszukiwaniu straconego czasu

miły
płakało z bólu serce i żalu  wielkiego 
kamieniało na głaz choć innny dał miłość 
utulił i zmroził ciebie i braki dotyku
bez wątpienia okazja czyni złodzieja 
znów oddała się na skinienie palca 
dawnemu kochankowi teraz żonatemu
pozbawiła się świętego nudnego spokoju
za kilka szatańskich chwil za dotyk  twój
syn nigdy ojca nie poznał bo droga się rozeszła
rozmyłeś się w powietrzu bym mogła 
zobaczyć obraz starca cząstka prawdy 
pobiła się z cząstką miłości 


miła 
kiedyś byłaś jak te trzy żony 
i tony kochanek ciągle w pogoni 
nie wiem co szczęście w zamęcie 
patrzę na świat oczami uwięzionego 
młodzieńca i łykam i łykam tę wolność 
z litrami wina gangster na starość 
jak ojciec chrzestny pusty dzban 
i twoje oczy patrzą w dal 
zdecydowane zakochane 
ulokowałaś miłość niewłaściwie 
tak cierniście 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 april 2020

Soundless Sleep

Giving yourself,
a gift of trash, you were
waiting for the pain to return.
 
A shadow overtakes you
as if you were
walking on the dry lake bed.
 
An abandoned thought
becomes a philosopher.
How not to live again.
 
The birder meets a rainstorm,
on journey to unknown.
The poet and water become one.
 
Not easy to finish the
line. Something has remained
unsaid. The vultures descend.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 april 2020

Leaves Of Roses

A racial profile begins
between black and white.
A silver moon ambles
as a prelude to dark music.
 
A winter night tosses hundred
excuses,
for not lighting the lamps.
 
Words were still trying to
find the ropes.
 
You should know your boundaries.
The honeysuckle will
not graze your lips.
 
The salt of earth settles
in tears of dawn.


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RENATA

RENATA, 18 april 2020

zła miłość-pycha

tak jak mama przykazała
rób a będziesz wszystko miała
spełniaj tylko jej marzenia 
bo twoich już nie ma nie ma 

matka miała tyle pychy w sobie 
że czuła się wciąż lepsza od innych
doszło do tego że udawała 
że jej matka jest jej własną gosposią
a ona córką artystki 

odkąd pamiętam matka żyła tą pychą 
uprzykrzała życie tacie wyzywając go
od niedołęgów i ofiar losu
dążyła bym była wielką pianistą 
choć ona tylko kelnerką z wielkim 
savoir vivre

już wnet odegnała biednego 
kawalera co serce miał
a bogacza wciaskała  choć pił
palił nieważne przecież było
nazwisko i bogaci starzy 
przeklęta ta miłość
on został księdzem w sukience
z ciągotami do kielicha 

ona jednak wyrwała się spod spódnicy
mamy która wymyślała życie 
na coś przydała się muzyka
z tego się żyje tym się oddycha 
i komponuje i świat całuje

matka choć po pysku lała
opieki córki chciała
przeklnęła życie samotne
romanse ulotne 
na  nic się zdał próśb lamęt
nie wezmie mamuśki robiącej zamęt


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 april 2020

Paradigms

Becoming something from anything
was a great bliss of paradigm.
I take a dip in anonymity.
 
You will never know,
where you will start a rough patch
on the road?
 
A prehistoric site could not outlive
the humiliation of proximity to hate.
Violence chewed the dust.
 
My knees give way to anguish of morality;
horror of captivity of dawn.
The eyes are going to collapse in endless night.
 
Tapping of kernel in hand, shell of truth bothers you,
like a mountain dew under the stone.
I will destroy the anxiety of grass.
 
Death of desire may take place.
Fragrance still devastates the moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 april 2020

Debating The Verdict

The night shift starts.
A moonbeam comes and lies
beside me.
 
I was not hungry.
Cuckoo gives a call
I will not raise the flag.
 
The flesh, starts eating you.
Sometimes, for this
unnamed, you run cross-country.
 
Memories flare up.
A primitive wolf sends a howl.
You start reciting a prayer.
 
The age, will not pardon you.
Limbs spring to catch a butterfly.
Noiselessly a door shuts.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 april 2020

Slit The Heart

You are trying to
seel the half-truths
in terror.
 
 
In the fear of-
annihilation, you
want to remain unborn.
 
 
The pity of unnaming
the pain, your body wrapped
in tinfoil- ready to be roasted.
 
 
The barren spirituality-
and nudeness-
of ecstasy.Do you think you were floating
 
like a cadaver?
Who will drink
the arsenic now?
 
The miracle.
I am legless and I move
swiftly to catch the words.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 april 2020

Less Than Perfidy

Again, I remember you intensly
in dark night.
 
Fractious with myself
to fill in the void―
for not writing any end.
 
Trying to become human,
revenge for revenge―
life measures the exactness.
 
Like holding a firefly
in my palm, I was searching
the light.
 
Still trying to shake off
the dust, the ash, from the wings.
A long flight was ahead.


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