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poetry
Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 september 2020

On Sick Bed

There were involuntary
pauses.
When you stretch at the sheets.

Those were scorching
questions, about my identity.
I tell, I don't have any name.

The body was partitioned.
My head belongs
to psalms, which I don't understand.

My torso to the lost
ship which went down
without a torpedo.

My legs were my own
taking me, to places, where
I did not want to go.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 september 2020

Striving Hard

Like inky jet,
ejected on white paper,
the cuttlefish
of a poet-

was warding off the
unseen enemy.
The dry flattened
chest, would remind you
of a chalky desert.
Only cacti grow there.

You go into a trance,
then convulsive seizures, with
a loud scream. You
invoke the toddler god
who would kill king cobra
fifteen feet long.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 september 2020

Silent Prayer

A manic moon
in ethereal night-
supplicating for a single
cord.Not becoming unfaithful
to me.

An empty desire-
in your absence, remaining
a secret even to myself.

Becoming pseudo, full
of titles, that was not my
world.I am engulfing my
achievements away
from you.

As the life moves on
leaving the bloody footprints
on my chest.I will
always fight my demons
with my broken pen.

Not a blessing I need,
I want to remain a human being.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 september 2020

Irreconcilable

Genderless,
instrusive, was the withering effect,
questioning the sex.

Filling the space
between body and soul, you
sail into emptiness.

The mistakes-
happen in night, sleep.
Death will drop the stars.

Ergo, the embedded
testes will not descend; you
can kill the sperms of mosquitoes.

Blueberries, haul you
up from the darkness.
You will find your sun now.


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RENATA

RENATA, 20 september 2020

zespoły nacięć

ona łyka przyjezdnych
jak świeże bułeczki
chrupie ich piękne ciało
żeby nic nie zostało

gardłowy śmiech
skrzypiący głos
maślane oczy
jedwabny dotyk

wygina się jak sprężyna
oszołamia zapachem perfum
w długie chłodne zimowe noce
jest propozycją wyrafinowanych konsumpcji

słodka pokusa
będzie pokuta
uległeś jej wdziękom?
okruchów nie zbieram

z jej stołu
bo choć seksbombą jest jeszcze
pragnieniem szczęścia namiastką
to na nieszczęście jest moją matką


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RENATA

RENATA, 20 september 2020

między nami nic nie było

inspirowane wierszem A.Asnyka

Między nami nic nie było
lampka wina kufel piwa
nic się nigdy nie zdarzyło
tak z tęsknotą to wspominam

Między nami nic nie było
prócz festynów spotkań barów
nic się nigdy nie zdarzyło
wśród stolików i wspólnego kataru

Między nami nic nie było
prócz niestety wspólnych dążeń
by kilka monet na procenty wystarczyło
i przez wieki gardło kaleczyło za pieniądze

Teraz zdaję sobie sprawę
że przyjemnie jest żyć razem
ja po przejściach ty z przeszłością
wsiądziemy na wspólny wóz targani namiętnością

Między nami nic nie było
runęły zamki wśród ciemnych latarni
nic się nie zdarzyło a wszystko skończyło
ja zalany w trupa a ty leżysz z umrzykami

Między nami nic nie było
trochę wzlotów i upadków
niech ci ziemia będzie miłą
ja położę parę kwiatków


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 september 2020

Miscues

After a little wee,
I will put the record straight
by removing your name
from the hit list.

No more, the river
bleeds, chasing the mannerism,
of falling stones on
the glass houses.

A massive selfie campaign,
overtakes the school bus,
full of wayward, tipsy
wandering kids.

The negativity
targets the blooms. Roses are
roses, they will not stop
sending their compliments.


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RENATA

RENATA, 19 september 2020

żal niewypowiedziany

powiedziała mi że wszystko skończone
oddaj klucz i zamknij drzwi z drugiej strony
to nie my będziemy do końca razem
chcę być sama chcę się bawić

a ja tak ją kochałem kochałem
do szaleństwa
przysięgałem jej miłość po grób
i małżeństwo

powiedziała mi rób co chcesz i się streszczaj
nie chcę cię więc precz uciekaj
na nic płacze i umizgi i pytania dlaczego
skończyłam już z tobą mam innego

a ja ją tak kochałem kochałem
do szaleństwa
przysięgałem miłość po grób
i małżeństwo

pędzi pociąg po szynach
wiatr w gałęziach łopocze
nie zabiję się dziewczyno
to ciebie niech licho porwie


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 september 2020

What Was Not Said

The cuckoo gives
a final call.
Moon was rising.

Trivialities of the earth
be aside.My dream
is going to burst.

Golden keys in a ring,
hang down from your neck.
I am imprisoned again.

Into some intimate
moments, I will inject some
tears.My time has come.

Where the road
ends, a tall tree will wait
for your coronation.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 september 2020

No Reason To Wait

The vagility
was close to disaster.
Standing amid the ruins,
we were ready to break ourselves.

We had come afar
in search of the golden deer,
which we find now standing dazed
in the moon's dawn.

The dark circles under the
eyes run deep, hiding the babies
unborn, looking back at the dead,
living god.

The sick society now finds
relief in the screams of
windows, that will not allow
the sun to peep in.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 september 2020

Pack Of Wolves

You had tasted the
salt of a viviparous.
There was no asterisk
no bluff to cross.

Why did you turned yourself in,
when the rock was
melting? Was't it an act
of surrender, of sort?

At the end of the road-
moon was waiting for
you. Could you climb the
night for a rendezvous?

Coming of age,
you will not exit the stadium
till the rape victim is shot dead.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 september 2020

Taking Sides

Courting the dark words
picking up from beautiful life,
I weave the tapestry-
in circle of silence.

The liberty of blood
had become obsolete.
You wanted one kill, one voice,
one faith.

The acid test shoots down
the black roses.What
about the mass graves as a
signature of victory?

You cannot stop
the bloodbath.As if a swarm
of big bees was ready
to hound you.

Closing the last window
I suffer.I would
never become you.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 15 september 2020

A Beautiful Day

belle de jour

the blue
sky touches the
water that covers and
uncovers the sand because of
the wind

it is
a beautiful
day to fly a kite a
glorious morn to build castles in
the sand

the sheer
joy of being
on the beach in childhood
on this perfect day makes the day
endless//

renato
sunday 13 september 2020


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 september 2020

How Dazed?

Eons ago, it snapped.
You don't fit into the mold.
Like onion peels, I am trying
to open myself
holding the secrets.

Flawless,
you alway had to invoke
the inner god and-
forgive yourself.

With the same
left foot, always leading you
to truth. That was not now.
Your belief was going up in flames.

Who was sleeping
in your bed, nude, like the
moonbeam, when I was not there
to undemand, the eternal sleep?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 september 2020

I Will Not Be Back

One small step, in dark.
A silver of fear
slaps you.

You move around
to confront the past.
It was the partition of night.
Cobra white, when
eyes would not listen.

You drugged the stone
on stone,
hiss on hiss,
hair on hair.

I did not touch you
like burning coal.

My waterfalls
on red salt, bring the
largest tears of moon glittering
eerie wet.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 september 2020

What You Won't Say

Don't spell the deportation.
Mind seems split-
with a maddening feel.
Do you see what I see-

the invisible lines on
my hand, piercing your heart?
Do you hear, what I
hear- the Hum, which has
made you go crazy?

Dying to unspeak, you
hide between the leaves.The
borrowers come like Crab fish,
ugly and demanding.River
bed was drying up.

Black sticks, things not
required- get piling up.In
wheelchair, you push
a crying doll.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 september 2020

The King Vultures Are Coming

The causal effect
was the kiss of the blind spot.
I wake up every morning
smelling blood.

The space animates you,
leaving the truth outside.
An unwritten message was lost
in the watering eyes.

The aquaduct dries up. You
get the cramps of city,
after the memes of swollen eyes.
Do not open the umbrella,
sun was hiding.

Your brain becomes wired.
Someone slaps a sticker on your lips.
You cannot cry. A muffled scream,
shatters the windows of the capitol.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 september 2020

Violent Flaws

You call an all night truce
of all stripes in moonlight.
Only milk will flow in dark.

*

The violets had a secret to tell.
Tonight the moon will
appear red after meditation.

*

A single parent, gay, has
come to stay in line
to accept his godless defeat.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 september 2020

Falling Debris

Purity of thoughts,
must limit the knowledge-

collective withdrawal from
the valley of words.

Each life you had changed
the bed, to meet the god, in different attires.

Hanged from the roof
to understand the pangs of poverty.

The unborn century will wait
for the collapse of identity.

Man has gone too far carrying
the burden of acoustics.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 september 2020

The Reckoning

It was revenge on you
by unknown.
You were sentenced to live before
the ashes arrive from thumb to thumb.

The onset of grief
was caliberated. I would
not live with a mad weaver
who will not heal the moral bleeds.

A line delimits the dots.
The dance will not begin tonight,
of democracy. The sparrows
were frightened. There was blood on the road.

You want to go into a long sleep.
The moon had an excuse to rise late.
The seeds will observe the silence,
before they come out of the asphalt.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 september 2020

Parting The Ways

Like wounded tiger,
going for last innings.
Like Orpheus listening
to water, without looking back.

Will not entrance you
any more, under the moonscape,
getting light from
the nightingale.

Finding the passage of
sunrise, I will wait for you
to come last time-
for a goodbye.

Trembling like aspen
leaf, to steal your aura
in moonless night, when Milky Way
will spread the diamonds.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 september 2020

This Universe

The spirit was not there
under the skin-
in grey domain.
I will not seek any revenge on self.

The defeat was my solo passage.
I am still searching
myself in the crowd.
More than enough, I had my share of hurts.

Talking of the innocence
of a womb, when you were not
born. The steel in your hair
and empathy in your tongue.

A wandering sage will
not love the fall of night.
You see better in twilight. The
shadows give an illusion of angels.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 september 2020

Self-Infliction

This was a perception defict
when only a suicide could stop you.
From where to where we
Have come in traumatized stake.
Black tongues always ruled. No
rite of passage, where money changers
speak. How will you cover yourself now?

Feminized, the dance of wolves.
Do not throw the chunks of flesh
in arena- for hubris will
bring the nemesis.

The flint makes a pledge.
When the red rains come and
overwhelm the innocent earth,
we will make the tools again.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 september 2020

A Guilt On Trial

Like a blood sport
you play with me.
My thumb bleeds.

Cannot be salvaged.
You are put on display
like lamb meat..

Jealousy will ultimately win.
Uncoupling has started.

The betrayal hides
under the lids.Side by side
are laid the golden chips.

Now you liberate the unbeliever.
One day the avalanche will bury the rings.

Let's not go back to the
sordid details of relative truths.
I only wanted to to prove that
I was wrong.

Knees broken, I will walk.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 september 2020

Feeding Silkworms

Living in a different
reality. You wanted to confuse
the honeybees. They were dying in large
numbers. There was frantic search
for the skullcaps. Power
of the crowd was on display.
The stingers were on prowl.

Again the mountain
slips. The terrain becomes pathless,
placeless. So where to sit with a mirror?
A tulip garden has arrived
for inquisition. Are you ready
to surrender your cloaks? The
public servants will make an inventory.

The day dreaming does not stop.
I wait. The best is yet to come.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 september 2020

Sitting Alone

The shallow incursions
grow louder. I have
burnt my fingers, lighting
the moon.

The future of currency
was changing hands. You
start bargaining for-
the water, the air.

Armageddon: will it take
place in the modern times?
Where are the titans
and the hill?

It slows the search for
the truth. The mudslide was
rising and the buried will
not speak, at peace with themselves.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 september 2020

Wasting Of Faith

Annihilating your
own minarets to meet
the god once.

Little time left to make the score.

The climbdown has started
absolute and final.

The methane was
spilling out.You need a matchstick.

Awful.You cannot see
the kitchen fire.Where was
the sanctity?

A noble cause.Dousing
the flames, to leave a naked
body of truth.

Don't split the hearts.Only
give the shrouds.Faces
must not be seen


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 august 2020

Compressed Emotions

I had met the flower
after a longtime.
The rose.

And its fragrance
hauls me to childhood
after the big dying.

A tender, scented dream
will touch me,
to become a poet.

Lying on dewed grass
you think, a promiscuous
microbial libido begins.

The explosion will eject
free verses, waiting in silence-
to witness- the April fall.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 august 2020

The Exit

The sleep was disturbed.
A book reads me.
The thinker will not rest in the arms
of Morpheus.

There is no road. You will
walk in the kitchen for the last supper.

A scream in the throat
dies. I have no soul. The night
looms large. I will not surrender
my pen.

Unquenchable thirst
was me. My head in a spin,
I go beyond the words,
to find the clapping hands.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 august 2020

I Will Not Come Back

Let me paint a still life.Like
your eyes- unmoving.The irises
with shut pupils.

Why I should be green-
I ask my old mentor?

The terror of a smile
wipes away the tail of dust, with comets.

And the pachyderm remains
buried in the sands of time.

Touching the margins was gone.
You cannot leap over the grass of antiquity.

In fog twin hills will move away
without any acrimony.

A denial becomes a stake
a part of the golden ring- the boundary mark.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 august 2020

Forever In Coma

Zinnias were stalking.
The fading moon hangs upside down
from the massive Ficus tree.

Ultimately the grace withdraws.
Now you sit under the bo-tree
becoming a wet Buddha.

Unthinking, unblinking
falling out of thoughts,
and start supervising the barren landscape.

The dawn sets free, the white
pegions to become prey of ravens.
Would you talk about peace?

The evil touches every next door.
I will write a long letter
to me, to unwrite the sermons.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 27 august 2020

quantum physics of feelings

this space between

nothing
in life is set
instead of finding that
all we feel is digital we
have to

make do
with sentiments
that are more analog
though we try to grip things around
us in

feelings
deemed binary
alas neither zero
nor one do they turn out to be
for when

life deals
us its blows we
end up uncertain like
Schrödinger's cat neither living
nor dead

as we
wait for what the
morrow brings let us dote
on this space between total grief
and joy//

renato
thursday 27 august 2020


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 august 2020

Without Guilt

Something exciting
was to happen.You
call for an assayer.

Morality has failed,
running after the
false values of untruths.

Pure virginity.
I won't touch you again
for the sake of god.

Crossing the threshold
like walking on burning coals
to test the bonding.

The mankind was
always cannibalistic.
You devour the body without blood.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 august 2020

Losing The Vision

I left a piece of moon on my
table and started writing about
the broken mirror. There was a time
when we used to cry together.

Dusting off the old books, uncared
for months. A rare ritual
defines the motion. It was the
temblor giving me a dustbath.

Do you know who was the leader
of the pack? The greed, the authority?
There was a bright door, between
the umbels. Would you taste the hemlock?

Every thing is in disorder. You
remember how cranky I was when
I found you unframed. Today
I will embrace the empty wall.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 august 2020

Some Ghosting

Hunting calm, without
a kill, without a
mirage.

A momentary lapse
and you suffer
for centuries.

The pangs of separation
were rising.No birth.
You become a white mausoleum.

And the ancient
bloodshed will take care
of the pearls in your eyes.

Ask the moon
to lift the veil.Bonfires
of sharp pains have begun.

The halo around
your face quivers.I was
not a god.You were not mortal.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 august 2020

Linchpins

Do not sleep, as libido
Moon will visit
the shrine of love today.

It was an end of the-
lone journey. You recover
the path of lost poem.


A river lies buried in
my chest, unawakned.
Would you kiss the stone today?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 august 2020

Upending

Trying to quantify the vices
in you, I am becoming
brute.

Going my own way.
I join the migration
of invisibles.

A plucked tiger lily
roars. Amphibians were ready
to invade the mountain.

The curled fingers
had become question marks.
Blindness had become a bliss.

Inlaid in the redwood
lies my blood. I lived under
the branches, naked, carefree.


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steve

steve, 20 august 2020

Passion

There's a passion that burns, between you and I,
Igniting a spark, that could light up the sky,
So hot is the fire, that burns through the night,
It blurs out the difference, of what's wrong or what's right,
All that I wanted, was for love to take hold...
I could feel the fire that burned,
With white-hot emotion, that was out of control...
and flames that wouldn't be turned,
But how is there love, and a passion so strong,
When two minds can't meet and every things wrong,
With no understanding, and nowhere to turn,
Like throwing gas on a fire, stand back let it burn,
When the backfires are lit, there's no turning back...
as another lesson is learned,
But I knew all along, the danger involved...
play with fire, you always get burned,
I did not want to lose us, but it seems I have...
as the flames have burned us down,
And as I walk through the rubble, of what's left of my life...
not a thing is left to be found.


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steve

steve, 20 august 2020

Why Is It

Why is it.. that you make me feel what I haven't felt in years...
And why every time I see you do my eyes just fill with tears,
Why do I have to touch myself every time you walk away...
As the flames inside consume me all I want is you to stay,
I've tried to reach inside you to somehow touch your heart...
But I'm no closer to you now than I was right from the start,
The fortress you have built is strong with walls too high to climb...
But I'd give my life to breach them all and claim your heart as mine,
Why is it.. that you look away when I look into your eyes...
I can feel the pain inside of you that you desperately disguise,
What hell have you been living that keeps you far away...
That won't let anyone get near and keeps your heart at bey,
Like breechless walls of titanium, there's nothing you've left bare...
So "why is it" I can't let go when I know you'll never care...


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 august 2020

Foetus Was Not Moving

The mood-lifters
you will need, when
night falls and the poems
start howling.

The crisp massacre
of golden dreams, and you
start disposing off the defunct philosophy.

The myths of heaven
and hell, causing the colossal
anxiety.A dog walks past
a dead body, near the burned temple.

This is the world apart, where
you opened the book for
an eye hole.Then you suck the images.

The pebble in the pond
starts moving.No water was left
to wash the dirty idols.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 august 2020

Charisma

The caterpillar on the lawn-
in the name of god,
eating away the copper,
the blue veins of thighs.

Barefoot I come to wish
you farewell. You must stand-
in the decaying woods,
to pronounce me dead.

The auburn fawn climbs on
the podium, to mimic a birdsong.
It was sloth time. Moon was
away and it was dark.

The eagle swoops on tiny
breasts, popping up from the
nest of muse. There were no
feathers and no beak left.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 august 2020

Secret Whereabouts

Deck is empty, today: -
physics of life unfolds.

I know you less now, what
I knew you earlier.
A cloud city after the collision
had become distraught, after taking
a dip in mudslide.

With chainsaw I am cutting
myself. Why not to become a fossil
with imprints of the collapse―
of our culture and education, in
coal pits of ancient times?

The body has hardened, bones
twisted in agony, I grab the window,
to pull in the sun. Only
the eyes will shine in dark.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 august 2020

Lotus-Eating

A repeat lover,
moon comes back
every night in different robes.

It was a question
of your conscience, when
you were being eaten alive.

Hyenas will come again-
to unearth the bones, to
give you the message.

Remaining poor was a great
bliss.You don't
need to pay for anything.

The hunger goes deep.
Fathomless.Your eyes roam
in search of a face after the hanging.
Was he smiling?

You hanker to touch
the eyes, which were burning
like coals.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 august 2020

Unwashed By Sins

Life had tossed you in
flames.
Like hearthstone, I sit
deleting my colors.

Time on black feet
runs, on the sacred
river bank.

Molten lava will ask
when, and from where
the funeral procession will start.

A hard core wants
the evidence of rape. Two
leaves will not cover
the naked aggression.

The spooky game had
become, ultimately- the biopic. Once
angles used to roam
on the burning coals.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 august 2020

Why Question Marks

The milk run appears like
flesh trade. A bigamous
marriage with two ideologies.

The politics looks like
a fudged slogan. The silence
was broken by screams.

A dwindling faith, could
not revive the ancient Buddha.
There was no pity, no sorrow.

Activism wades on home-
turf. The colossal night
releases the lynx vision.

I am the cipher, you
said, will not connect
to any integer.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 august 2020

Not A Renegade

The summer moon with
poetry and musk.
I waited full evening
to become a coherent whole.

I wanted to quit, like
a Buddha, not to come back
in the baked mud house
where the sun would not break.

The earthen lamp with
a flickering flame, under the
holy basil, wants to die
before the moonrise.

Paralysed lower limbs
will make you sit like a god
on the altar, deaf and dumb.

You don't want to learn
about the red lips of the goddess.
Moon was bleeding heavily.

Sit in a lotus position.
Sky is going to fall.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 august 2020

Celebrating Dark

I do not write about something
or anything. You will
not knock at my door.

I will be pained, if
you sweep the floor, to
tout the unwritten song.

I sing wordlessly. Even
the echo will open
the waning wounds.

My body, I give to
hawks, to escape the
elegies in the death well.

Even the night
will bring the pillow
for the dying moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 august 2020

Chanced To Meet

It was not,
just a kiss of a zodiac sign.
You had become a stranger
between fight and flight.

The trick was capricious.
Albeit, a calligraphy
on a bare tree, engrafting
your name which keeps
on growing with broadening trunk.

You watch the sky
at night and start a monologue.
The stars were expanding,
filled with grief. The
despair of going back home
in dark.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 august 2020

Venom And Stings

Behind the iron mask, with
unsteady hands, I
separate the conjoined thoughts
and start greening.

I will ask, the god
after a chilling spectacle
of undying freeze, that
don't give me the bliss,
but only truth.

No mercy, no sympathy.
I will walk on the spiked
road to reach you in your own
sepulcher, to become you
and suffer.

Who needs eternity
to grieve for dying lights?
Darkness has its holiness.At least
you won't see the beasts in action.

O god, let the blue sky
open like an abyss to embrace
the fallen baby.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 august 2020

Unpretending

In search of lost
memory, there was no regret
of losing any achievement.
A Buddha was ready
to walk away.

Zebra stripes become
evident at sunset.
Was there an eye in the eye,
the smell in the smell,
of an infant sea?

There will be no
ache retrieval. I am dancing
around the fire, reversing
a sin. The ugly and weird
life has become hypocrtical.

A smoke shapes your preference.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 august 2020

An Acid Attack

Sometimes I would
look at the lame moon. For
whom you were faltering?

Perhaps, I was a
mirror. You trip, fall
and become a raw wound.

One day I will
touch you with my ragged
hands, to heal my knife.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 august 2020

New Family

To be honest, there
was no poem today.
A refusal to celebrate
the loss of truth in me.

The weather is climbing.
They have assembled to-
disgorge the peace efforts.
War was in our blood.

The great divide of
guillotines and blessed swords,
to behead or not to behead
the god.

There was very little good
in the evil designs.We have
logic and logistic problems.
You do not want a friend, only enemies.

The rebellion, the treason,
the betrayals, all were meant
to upgrade your divinity.
let us revert back to animal status.

The bread, land and water are one.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 august 2020

The Intense Pain

It was unbashed invasion,
and then you were paraded naked.

The marrow was depressed.
I will not be able to collect you.

Lost in thoughts, I
am losing you in every book.

There was no striving,
to be called by any name, any monument.

Hyperplasia. The rot has set in
Would you come to greet the death one day?

There was a speaking ache.
Word was me, I was the tongue.

The turgid lips still remember.
Once the sting was here to take a kiss.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 august 2020

Looming Large

The art of losing the
core-hurts, standing in deepest
mood.
You want to see, what your
prefrontal cortex thinks.

The suffering: the debris
fall on the eyes.
Vast Greenland melts.
The terror strikes. You
inherit the barren land.

I start talking with the
spirits. In the shoe box, lies the
past. The water was rising
in eyes. The scent of moon
sometimes misses the earth.

The butterflies, sometimes
come, declare the deadline
for garden prayers.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 august 2020

My China Broke

There was an endless war
between you and me O god
from time immemorial, in the
desert zone.

The scorching harsh light
of sun has spread the veins
of earth with burning oil wells.

Green pods will not open the round eyes.

Now the sky was crying.
Songbirds are gone.The thick-skulled
were trying to find the scapegoats.

The king lies.Wants
to kill the night's moons.How much
big mouth was your's? I wanted
to serve my land.There were
no more waters, which
carried the flight of blue dreams.

Just because, I wanted to tell you
it was not easy to live any more.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 august 2020

Not The God

A fathomless abyss,
you feel the power of wordless going.

Sperms leave,
when you smell your own blood.

The roasted pig,
or degenerating rhyme.

What would be your pick;
the dopamine?
The serotonin,
the medulla?

The radar will not follow you.
You are alone.
A tiny dot moving on the screen of life.

The morality was at risk,
with no window.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 august 2020

Many Headed Snake

The spat between the hydra
and sea,
was the end of perfect relationship.

Now an unqualified, unknowing-
will take on the depression.

Were you feeling liberated? I would ask the moment.

Let us delete
the faces and go to war
without limbs.

This was a summer afternoon.
The books are in cauldron-

and you are praying alone.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 august 2020

The Earthen Death

Spurned,
staring into a void-
for a door,
burning a sage.

Wearing a veil to ward off
the curse.

You start the baby steps
getting there, near the noose,
weighing the planks.

Now you are breathing fast,
getting a hit, counting
the hymns.

The corrupt booms
rise and fall.
An overt withdrawal
from the bet, to sacrifice the bliss.

White lilies washed,
in tears, let down the shawls.
You can see the holy vice.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 july 2020

With Dignity

What is that of this,
I will ask from the question
which sleeps on the twisted lip.

The probity suffers,
when you burn your white paper.
Why did not you write your name?

The cortex invades
medulla. Your kidneys falter.
The sense and price become one.

A nude opend the pride.
The curves, the slants will
ask you to become the flic,

but you become a god,
accept the knife's version
and bleed to death.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 july 2020

Between This And That

There was a trust deficit
between the rose petals, under
the wheels and the moving feet.

It does not resolve the ancient
conflict of man with
the machine via perfume.

The smell of the pungent smoke,
sits in the empty chairs,
when you were left alone on the burning deck.

Where the sky meets
the ocean, my ship had sunk
amidst the blood and the blaze.

In absentia, I am baffled
by the time's minute, when the search
of the self goes unending.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 july 2020

My Opus Was Melting

I was preparing myself
for a Socratic dialogue, when
you come unannounced.

If lie was the answer,
then where was the truth.

Meet me night before
night with naked names,
smashing the space and time.

The invisible particles at last are in view.
Can you count after the
trillionth number, eighteenth
digits and beyond.

Nothing gives me peace.
I want to say, I am the God
to end the discussion.

That ignites an explosion
and we begin our journey again.


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RENATA

RENATA, 26 july 2020

Demakijaż

[wszystkie baby z ,ławki
choćta do poprawki]


jak malowane starsze panie
z pozoru miłe kulturalne
każda powie dzień dobry i zagada
a potem jazda sąsiada obgada

tylko przy niepogodzie
jak to bywa w przyrodzie
za tapetą kryje się jędza
która plotką plotkę napędza

to w kościele to w parku na ławce
obrabia cudze dupy przyklei łatkę sąsiadce
gdy deszcz pada zza szyb wypatruje
jak żmija wiedzma i Mata Hari się zachowuje

błądzi wtyka nos surfuje i szpieguje
jedna z drugą baba jaga paznokcie maluje
okularki i fryzurka dobrej babci z podwórka
po demakijażu wychodzi jaszczurka

można rzec że to kameleon
barwy zmienia
a to ta pani z naprzeciwka
jest aż tak słodko wścibska


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 july 2020

Understatement

Perched on a tree high
wave,
a moon was talking long
to me.

A live-in partenership
was in vogue. We always
loved each other breasts apart.

The weather was changing.
A plane load of tears would
disappear without a trace.

From somewhere a benign
lump explodes, making night,
a brilliant dream of
sleeping sky.

The hare jumps on the moon,
to snatch away the ambulatory
age, browsing around the death.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 july 2020

What Next

Between the swaying palms,
moon was moving
in armada.

Why did you come
late, to whisper, of the
explosive explicit?

But for a lone
cry, I would not
take you.

The jewels were mine.
You had stolen
from my waistband.

It substracts the
stings from my
hobbling gait.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 july 2020

Waiting To Happen

Being you,
not the bee queen.
Volatile as it appears, would say
one day, I don't know you yet.

The estranged mogul
returns home, empty-
handed.

Don't tell me in
stark and straight words, one
needs clemency.

The flame had touched me.
A strange panorama, created
by the geometry of violence,
now hurts.

Speed and direction
liberates the path breaker.
Resonance of your voice rises,
reading the same poem
again and again.

Segmented icons would not sleep
on the same bed.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 july 2020

Revealing

When you take a false
lead, life will undo the seeds
and the cataracts freeze.

This is the story of
a butterfly, in disturbing amber
buried in snowfall.

Can your body take the imprints of flogging?
When you start sketching the polar ice
in the story of death, compounding
the mystry of
unleashing sea
of the fawn eyes, whose message
was sent in water?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 july 2020

False Accusations

Every night you become
an insect, crawl into
the bed and chew the lips of unknown,
listening to the music
of flowing blood.

Outside the slogans-
tear at you. It was a wound
night, the words, untouching the space,
go- straight into the echos,
without any halo.

So where did you sink in
defiant orange of the sea,
while turning back from your designed
path? Another terrorist's sexism
was on play?

There were no barnacles, no
frog mimicry. I silent walk into
the arena to find the length of
the caravan.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 july 2020

The Décor

Sexist barbs against
wooden breasts, street-smart.
I am something not, I am. A wall
of tears. Liquid nicotine, I will not declare
myself, creating a poem in different ways.

Waywarding, protégé digs the gullies―
becoming unfaithful to himself. The
hope, will it be extinguished? The
tall mud slide, a devastating statement
burying you, me, everyone.

A black beetle, collecting carcasses,
to feed the young. It is on the rise,
green sea. I cannot see myself bleed,
by the grasshoppers. It is like
committing suicide solo.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 july 2020

Sense Of Betrayal

You will find one day,
water footprints, when
seismic events stop in eyes.

Don't you think a system
of mutual respect should-
be followed, before the
conception of a new rage.

Moons come and go.
You upturn the clock racing
the time to-
reach infinity.

Where the hundred stars
die daily, do you still
want to become a blue light
in the misty house-
of headstones?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 july 2020

Existential Plight

Will not put any claim.
Neonate my poem
has gone gray.

Black days and white
nights.I will recall my
ghost and ask, O god-
do you exist anywhere?

A thread of pain, makes
a family of feet, climbing
in smoke.

Vulnerable to theft, my
thoughts divert me towards
cemetery, where I will
bury my sins.

You remained a question
for me on calender date.I
will hold on the time,
which has thrown me back.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 july 2020

Trying To Breath

No final goodbye. No poetic
apology. No introduction
to a frightening joke of
a blue Buddha.

The neonates were blind.
There was no alternative, except
to wish them luck. I wanted
to leave my pangs with razor points.

Morality and hunted crimes.
It was a shadow boxing
in cryptobiosis. A bleak day
invites no more clouds.

You talk to the solitary moon.
The silence enters the reeds.
A whistling wakes up the night.
Death goes for a walk.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 17 july 2020

lemon = lemonade

equation

from one
moment to the
next is always a new
equation two sides split by an
equal

symbol
a nullity
resulting from a loss
on one side balanced by a gain
on the

other
the way to be
content in the midst of
losing is trying to find what
is gained//

renato
thursday 16 july 2020


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 july 2020

It Is Absurd

After the sunset,
the moon comes out whitewashed.
An extremist flies a hawk.

The bird's meet was
disbanded. There was no
mandate to decide the fate
of eggs.

I cannot think. After the
arrest of an anarchist the cauldron
was left to boil.
The bones start melting.

Step out from the dark.
The blind men were protesting
in the street against the sun.

It is a small world.
You meet me again and again.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 july 2020

Not-Things

In a pair, they were flying:
two monarch butterflies.
Hither, thither-
Fluttering in synchronized wings.

There was a Stark effect
in silhouette. The fever rises
in the bush. Someone streaks
in the street after moon
Let us stop the mouths-
to remain open. A missile flies
above your head aimed
for the burial ground.

A nascent star screams.
There was yellow blood
on your hands. You had
squeezed the young fruits.


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John

John, 14 july 2020

Just Be A Friend

Even though you have the potential
to treat her like a queen
you understand that a king
can not run a kingdom without a queen
you are willing to be a servent
you understand that
you have to follow before you can lead
You know that her mind is so meaningful
your willing to travel the open sea
just to see how beautiful her treasured mind can really be
you feel you are destined to be with her
you whole heartdly feel
your the only one with the keen eye
To see inner beauty
cause that's what beauty really is
You feel you can protect her for harm
never think once about ruining her life
for any gems
there is no
Space
in my
Mind
that I waste
Time
trying to think of way to over
Power
her nor manipulate her
Reality
condemn her
Soul
for a infinity stone
just to show her being with me is inevitable
If you read between these lines
All I hear is selfishness
This part is more of an intervention speech
Less of a poetic flow
Even though you can do all these things
you have never asked the one question
that actually really mattered
where does her
independent as a women fit
what can she do for herself
Does she need someone to control her life is it the fact that she talked about her hurt so many times
that you don't feel confident
that she can't make the right decisions
she can rises
To a more positive life
Does she really need
a Knight in shining armor
to protect her from her own decision
even though you say
you wont manipulate her
but in fact that's just another
Way to manipulation
you come to her with all the answers
flex with all your power
you make her feel
that she does not need to lift a finger
you get her use to that
so when she feels like
she needs to do less she says to herself
"my man handles that."
but in fact
now she puts herself in a boxed cage
you made
you wonder why she yells and complains it's because she feels like a caged bird trying to feel free
queen trying to not feel
the only thing she is good for is
to kiss the feet of a power hungry king
She doesn't need a sex partner
a sugar Daddy
all she need is a friend
all she needs is to know there is someone out here willing to listen to her
struggles
relate to the pain
Help her understand
Their is light at the end
You see
She had a light and wanted to share
But the person she chose to share it with
Choose to horde and steal all her gems
Pillaged her mind and body
Left her in darkness
Unwilling to give her a light to see the end
And all she was left with
Is less fun memories
more of misery
abuse
manipulation
No longer seeing the point of having a man
all she needs is a friend
not a boyfriend
not someone to sell her dreams
Or dangle
hopes she feels is to good to even believe
So just be a friend
not a fairy tail
cause her beliefs about man
has to be rebuilt
Cause her mind is set on being alone
cause that's more safer then being abused by a man.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 july 2020

Adrenal Flowing

It was a basic instinct.
You wanted to become something-
on unstable legs, hijacking my dreams
for treason.

Like an amputee-
you were hobbling around
to find the door of gold
in the jungle of twists and breaches.

Only a fathom depth
you need to hide your cadaver
of past sins.

Scattering your seeds in vain
all-night, the dawn was away,
still waiting on the wings of tomorrow.

The mourners with their quivering
lips cannot sing an elegy.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 july 2020

Loose Threads

Your thin white skin spreads
on the front. The blue
veins have become the strings,
annexing my peninsula.

You had said, it was a
bit of stretch, to cover the
lies of a fading sun,
for a delayed penitence.

Living water will bring clouds
to fill in the lakes of grief.
One day the lilies will grow-
meet in the air, for sombody's sake.

The black moon was still
raw. All the weeds had
become snakes. I start
hating this season of mating.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 july 2020

Trembling Daffodils

The snow:
Pounding the earth, trees
the man.
Centuries of hunger repeat the
raven's walk on icefield.

The drum beats again.
The cold war tapping
at your doors. Missiles made
ready to fly.

The rhyme comes back to
weave the funeral song.
Blood curdles, as you step up
the agony.

The stings, the venoms,
the blue veins. The murderers
were ready to-
receive the gifts.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 july 2020

Going Wastough

Less likely to be a truth,
let's celebrate the healing touch
of a hidden god.

It was an absolute
invasion, but I did't believe
in any war.

Timeless quest for the-
elixir of life and enigmatic
divinity.Answers were
always fragile.

I want none of your books.
In humbling pride I will
find my own solution.
Life was a question.

No birthdays.
Rolling thoughts- need
no sermons.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 july 2020

Eyes In The Bowls

You become absent in
repose..I try to rein in the
subterfuge in stranger's eyes.
There was nothingness. A chestnut
tree was refusing to let go
the nuts.

The phantom fight begins between the
daffodils. The sun had given
the borders, step by step, to
different colors. Still the bloom
weeps for its blindness. I will
not unmake me. The faith―

this winter was bad. The
deathmarks were evident. We
wait for something to happen,
ready to unroll the schizophrenia.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 july 2020

Mannerism

Bigotry, is that you with
the lost numbers?

Looking back, will not
light the road.

I could not haul myself
out, of the kitchen, of narrative.

Something makes me jittery,
counting my failures. You revert back
to the caravan.

After the love. The lines
burn and you set aside the goal―

of becoming free from writing off
the man.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 july 2020

Deeply Upset

The dark borders
were shifting, rejecting
the inner voices.

The echoes bring apocalypse
with costs. I hear
the silent prayers.

de jure? I want
to letter the unknown fears
of the epilogue.

The whistling pain of the
words, brings
the blood flowers.

Aghast, at the cupidity,
of man, where shall
I start the charity?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 july 2020

Death Was Growing

This was profanity.
A dead club moss resurrects,
when you sprinkle the water over
dried wrinkled leaves.

From darkness to light
you break the bowl of an angel
and the invisible spills out.

Brother in terror -
of mixed turbans.You smell
the burning flesh all around.

Speed of light from superflares
was not colossal, than the blast of man.
Look, it is still dark here..

Now climb the holy
hills, rising like the breasts
of weeping earth, to collect
the daisies for final call.


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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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