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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 september 2020

Praying Mantises

Unresponsive, an
alien ego: I was moving
deep into the soul-search.
The compactness was
snapping. Played against
the hype, the hawks were descending.
Like milkweed I drip,
waiting to be kissed. Copycat
the moon makes a scar. I am hurt.
I wanted to touch you
behind the lens. Closed in,
the lips won't meet. Cobra will
not spread the skin.
The lamb has lost the
innocence. Knife was
a blessing.


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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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