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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 october 2019

Forces Unseen

He was slated to become
godless, without engaging―
the nature.
 
The violence continues
in every joint, after an ego clash
in fractured body.
 
A blood carnival, between
divine and the beast, paying
the debt of earth.
 
The decadence. Let it be.
Becoming beautiful
in great decline.
 
The dice has been thrown.
A chance to meet―
the death after the duel.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 october 2019

Flawless

Like walking on coal dump
coming of age.
 
Magnifying the blackness
of a miner's hands.
 
Excavating a long burrow
to feed the pain.
 
A muffled cry and you
locate a bound sea.
 
A clear moon was rising
as a witness to this atrocity.
 
A classic dance of an
angry god to show the presence.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 october 2019

Cross Beams

A quest for negativity
after becoming apolitical.
 
The moon was marginalized,
when you lighted your―
earthen lamp under the
holy basil.
 
At night the demons
begin the assaults to
make the milk dirty.
 
The bluebird descends
in the dream to pick up
the elders for a wreath.
 
I am not going to cross
the river in flames.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 13 october 2019

and so it goes

muscae volitantes
 
floating
pieces of my
memories just beyond
the pale of the eyesight of my
dim mind
 
in the
morass of my
past the flotsam of what
I thought I knew flit by out of
my reach
 
still in
blind hope I wait
unwittingly for thoughts
long gone for wit long lost to me
I wait//
 
renato
13 october 2019


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 october 2019

Did Not We Cry?

Ash and smoke.
I am fever, not becoming
any sound.
 
Like a lichen, a mycorrhiza
on damp soil,
unfound by light.
 
Thriving in airless
dark. Will not see the cool―
moon of summer night.
 
There was no key
to find the invisible.
A random poem will see.
 
Your painted body
in blue scars, still
remembers the fallen roof.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 october 2019

Bloodless Eyes

The fresco had started
peeling off. I was―
searching for my ancestors.
 
The walls had the secrets
buried deep in the bricks―
when they were baked.
 
Few abandoned poems,
some fakes and counterfeits
and many masks.
 
A dynasty speaks of
the grieving world without any―
remorse. I do not arrive.
 
A birthday present for the new
generation, a bronzed
face with glazed eyes looking beyond gravity.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 october 2019

Renunciation

The bifurcation―
was complete.
A fire baby―
and a weird ritual.
 
Criticality was redundant,
once I knew your gender.
 
Reeking of timelessness
in zero hour.
You fly the balloons―
from the ruins.
 
I scraifice a tree
for you, with
a shrill cry―
falling mid-flight.
 
White moon had
become very harsh.
I will bring honey
for night.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 october 2019

The Seeker

Skin bleached in moon,
you prepare yourself tonight to hit the mystry,
 
of a recipient. The days are
tattooed on your body. The hands become claws.
 
A terrorist, becomes a canine,
biting blood-hot.
 
Like the opal, in a slow stream
of light, displaying the pisces around your―
 
eyes, swimming. There is no
money left to bring the milk of blue pain.
 
A physical contact via moon,
would you talk to me after the glorious sunset?
 
O, multiheaded cobra,
which of your hood is going to strike me


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 october 2019

Sunbath

The tibial spiking
now hurts.
The floaters on the dried bed―
 
of bones, speak volumes
of sand in eyes.
Pawns have disappeared.
 
The earth is wounded.
A snake climbs onto the pink lips
to know its crime.
 
The matter interacts wrongly
with radiation. Spectroscopy
fails up to the hilt.
 
On the spur of the moment
I ignite the shadow
of the space between us.
 
The miser starts counting the coins.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 october 2019

Musing On

There was an urgency―
to finish the job,
beheading the tulips.
 
Wolves were coming.
 
The surveillance had failed.
Nothing but clouds between
the titles.
 
Writing was illegible.
It was the last offensive
of blankness.
 
Before the dawn.
You have to draw a crescent
moon on my forehead.
 
I am going to scream.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 october 2019

Concealed Fever

It is raining.
The water colors.
I miss the ache.
 
When, to wear a crimson
dot on forehead, the sky
had become a bride.
 
Destiny fractured.
Why did't I tell the lies
 
to achieve the greatness?
Not my effects. I stare
blankly at your portrait.
 
Blaming the conceptual
crisis, you cannot speak the truth.
 
Weaving a web of unseen
threads, you hold a poem
ready to take a flight.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 october 2019

A Hanging Tale

Your hands tremble,
when you accept―
the cup of hemlock.
 
Not like Socrates,
who described the ascending bane
paralyzingly.
 
Art of letting it go―
was inherent. Exogamy.
The root population grows.
 
I have come to take
your hand, O death,
out of caste.
 
You tell me,
it was out of turn,
to stitch the black wound.
 
The howling was persistent―
Moon was not yet sighted.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 october 2019

Being Alone

Writing your own elegy in a
blocked artery―
 
for a syntactic analysis.
How do I know
 
that dolphin will remember
my name,
my address?
 
It swims silently.
No ranting.
 
Eating nothing― anorexia.
Standing under a tree,
tying the thread round the trunk,
you want to move against
the time.
 
Only a question
remains unanswered.
From where the journey begins?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 october 2019

Not A Dream

Imperfect mating.
I am lurching forward―
in a chaotic
non-existence.
 
There was no divinity
in your sinless sprinkling.
A timeless death was
the only riposte to ephemeral queries.
 
A lif-size God stands
sentinel outside the museum.
Only the mortal were
etched on the walls.
 
A pygmy cycas has bloomed
after a decade. I have come back
home to collect―
my belongings of last life.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 october 2019

When Technology Fails

Your comatose
countenance:
punctuates a coronal spurt.
 
Life will never
forget this insult and return
your freak awards.
 
The moon cancels
a lake meeting. You cannot
celebrate the arrival of night.
 
Helplessly, I scrap
the terror threat, though
your memory was severed in an ambush.
 
At ground zero,
a young couple starts a sit-in
against the raining sermons.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 october 2019

Testimony

A wax house you were
gifted to live in sun.
No comments. As if the chess
game now starts. You do not know
how to move a checkmate
 
Always a looser. You do not
want to win this game― of
betting the cemetery― where your
ancestors were buried. No―
body has come to claim the remains.
 
Unkissed, the seeds will wait
to become antiqued, till a
historian finds a shovel. A
state of mind, you were very poor.
I will not cry for the fall's colors.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 september 2019

Moon Burning

I become again a fakir,
but not on alms.
 
A giver wants nothing
after a knife thrust.
 
Take away as many as
you can, my thoughts, my limbs.
 
There is no language
of charity, in the black hole.
 
You are the one, who
does not need any ladder.
 
Sitting on the beach, watching
the waves collapsing.
 
One day you will move
away from the walkway.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 september 2019

Proclaming

After land slips it was
most surreal scene. Cadaveric
donations had started.
 
The author of death would
ask for a showdown. Blood
for blood and bone for bone.
 
The loneliness erupts again
like a volcano. The new moon
will weep for outdoors.
 
A mermaid breaks the
rules. Starts wearing the
makeup and becomes robed.
 
Fishing in aquarium was
prohibited. An absurd
proposition of the glass.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 september 2019

A Patty Thing

The primal urge to undo―
your hair. I am going
crazy.
 
It ends at beginning.
A rite of passage to nakedness
of soul, when you have
nothing to hide.
 
The master cell, has flipped
over, after you squeezed
its belly. The tasteless sphagnum
was out.
 
The hunger stands at your door.
Wants the bread of pride.
Will you stop the clock
and go for timeless?
 
I had lighted the incense
sticks. One for you and
one for God.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 september 2019

Vast And Near

To shut the methane,
you sent―
the barbs. The brutal
assault against the thimbles.
 
I will not send the
edict for withdrawl.
Even the river
was thirsty.
 
The freaks were
jumping on the fence.
An interrupted moon
was wary of them.
 
I will draw a
sand painting to heal
the man on the
beach.
 
The air smells
like an egg. As you
run, the mist
fills your eyes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 september 2019

Disconnection

Move on. O city, you
were not worth of
living any more,
sleeping on your tusks.
 
I will not assume
any other new name―
when the hurricane
finally arrives.
 
It will not go. You
can keep scratching
for whole life.
Your psoriatic scalp.
 
The attempt to
commit suicide was
worthless. Nobody
will write a note.
 
I will not invite
the white moon to―
break the fast,
after the bloodbath.


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George Krokos

George Krokos, 25 september 2019

Simple Observation 146 - After a new thing is acquired........

After a new thing is acquired and repeatedly seen
it will almost seem then as if it has always been.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 25 september 2019

Quatrain 151 - Do not tarry too long by the wayside.....

Do not tarry too long by the wayside on the road home that you have taken;
get up, move forward, look ahead to the horizon and with the sunrise waken.
If you've got yourself caught in a rut get out as soon as there is an opening,
because this world is a vast place with many paths and doorways beckoning.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 25 september 2019

Never Lose The Laughter in Your Eyes

You should never let anyone take away the laughter in your eyes
when they look into them and see the inner blessing is still there;
as they've recognised it being lost in themselves and try to disguise.
 
For if it is still with you, then you are very blessed indeed
and the other person will only try to steal that very thing
which has been missing from their life out of jealous greed.
 
It could be anybody you may know or will sometimes meet
in your wanderings, no matter who they appear to be like,
because they have squandered theirs and are now out to cheat.
 
That person will try just about anything to steal your inner mirth
in a deceitful or unsuspecting way; so you'll have to take care,
as it's rightfully yours and perhaps have even regained since birth.
 
The laughter in one's eyes is the connection with the bliss and light of the soul
which is inherent in all human beings no matter how cold they seem to be
but can be lost when one acts against their own conscience and neglect its role.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 25 september 2019

A Long Lost Love

I fell in love and lost my heart
and that was why it tore apart.
The love given wasn't returned
by the one for whom it had yearned.
 
It all seemed so sad at the time
I often thought it was a crime.
But then I could be so naive
early in life's path to believe.
 
Nature's hand had dealt me a blow
and recovery was very slow.
Everyone I asked was futile
in answering to make me smile.
 
I sought for love in wrong places
and all I got was strange faces;
looking back at me with contempt
'cause in their heart love was exempt.
 
Rejection is a dreadful thing
and everyone has felt its sting.
A love you may feel for someone
is best experienced as fun.
 
Never force love on another
even if they're a real brother
You'll just draw them further away
and who knows what else is at play.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 25 september 2019

A Bumble Bee Mystery

I once had seen a bumble bee
or so I thought it was to me.
In the backyard one sunny day
I saw it flying low and stay
hovering there near a flower
as I walked by like a tower.
 
It was big and did seem busy
looking at it made me dizzy.
Glowing in an unearthly light
and its colours were also bright.
It almost seemed now I recall
that scene was supernatural.
Because in the blink of an eye
it vanished without telling why.
 
I looked around hoping to see
where it had gone this bumble bee
But no matter how hard I tried
I never again caught or spied
another glimpse of that creature
with such a radiant feature.
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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 september 2019

I Will Write A Poem

He used to tread lightly as if
walking on concrete, barefoot―
to capture the apologetic
colours of rainbow in lake.
 
A spinning top, he wanted
to float on water and touch
the soft contours in depth―
wrestling with waves.
 
A dark sky was hovering
around. Something was rising
from the black hills, as if
on fire. I had never seen before―
 
the golden moon, rising. Two
song birds darting to and fro
as if in great agony to save
the nestlings from the lynx.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 september 2019

Beyond The Stars

Coming from the dark―
to deceptive bloodletting.
The light was my father.
 
That eternal moment
of pine cone―
to become the third eye.
 
The ancient memory
becomes vandalized. I
still treat it with respect.
 
The unclaimed truth was
yours. I wanted to retrieve
the spoken word.
 
Incongruously brazen
was your thrust, exhorting
me to drown.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 september 2019

By Any Reckoning

A young grasshopper lands
on the paper, I was writing upon,
making a chirping sound―
and starts reading the poem.
 
It was an exceptional treat
for the eyes. Shutting the storm
window, I will watch the rain―
pounding on the frame,
to recall the visitor―
 
which was behaving like a
celtic Druid, in meditation, to see
the future of mankind.
 
Not sure, the bent legs, will
ever lift the body and
propel it to move.
 
The mayhem was thin, but I
declared― the poetry
was not for insects.


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steve

steve, 21 september 2019

"Walk Away"

It cuts just like a knife.. everytime I hear your name..
And I feel the blood just drain away.. as I'm consumed with shame,
Your never going to let me touch.. the part of you I need..
And I'm never going to let you know.. just how much I bleed,
The tears rain down inside my head.. and I am washed away..
As this heart is broken once again.. by the things I couldn't say,
I tried to hide this burning flame.. but I got to close to you..
Now my whole dam world is burning down.. and theres nothing I can do,,
I don't want to beg you .. I'd rather "walk away"..
It hurts too much when you walk by.. its not your fault I'm gay,
Even tears can't douse the flames.. as I begin to burn..
And the pain that only lonely brings.. is far too strong to turn,
My hearts desire in front of me.. and yet a world away..
But I'd give this life to feel your love.. if only for a day.


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