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steve

steve, 26 march 2020

"Here and Now"

When I ask to spend some time with you, and I get no reply...
I want sometimes to turn and run, so you won't see me cry,
I know that I am not what you want, but I've got what you need...
So give me half a chance with you, but I won't beg and plead,
I'm not asking to be your boyfriend, I'm not asking for your hand...
I just want to spend some time with you, and try to understand,
To show you something you've not seen, to go where you've not been...
To pick you up when you fall down, so you can start again,
You know what my heart feels for you, is out of my control...
And everything that's good in me, is reaching for your soul,
Darkness is so lonely when you spend your nights alone...
And the echo's of your yesterdays, are the seeds you have sewn,
Knowone knows the future, where here and then we're gone...
So let me hold your heart to mine, until the morning dawn,
For I have more to offer than I'm given credit for...
And if you'd just surrender, I could show you so much more,
The future hasn't happened yet, and the past is yesterday...
It's "here and now" that matters most, just tell me that you'll stay.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 march 2020

Uncanny Feeling

It was a strange experience
coming out of the body
to understand the death.
 
And I watched a train
whistling by―
then I understood,
 
time will not wait for me.
I started running
against the moon―
 
to forget the empty dream,
catching a fever.
I am still burning―
 
in grass, collecting
the dew, falling
from the misty night.


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steve

steve, 25 march 2020

"Long Ago"

I used to dream about you, now those are days gone by...
I learned too well the hard way, how you could make me cry,
I can't explain why I'm drawn to you, because I don't even know...
Maybe in another life, I loved you long ago,
When I'd look into your eyes, it'd take my breath away...
And words did not come easy, for things I wished to say,
I'd gaze upon your beauty, and the world would disappear...
While life goes on around me, it's only you, I'd hear,
I wanted just to love you, the only way I know...
Like a dream the haunts me every night, from a life of long ago,
I thought I knew what love is, but I've never felt such pain...
Tear my heart out of my chest, then do it all again,
I know that you will never care, I know that I'm alone...
I know that you will break my heart because your's is made of stone,
And though the storm is coming, I still want to try...
Because it's easier to say "I love you"... then it is to say "goodbye".


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 march 2020

Silence Of The Falls

Nothing helps.
The colossus has failed.
A naked fakir-
walks in dark moaning.
 
You ride a torpedo
to kill the gossips.It
misfires.All around
us is deep water.
 
An avalanche buries
the camp.You will not
climb the peak now.
 
The goddess is stripped
and alighted from
the rock.Let us pray
for the wildfire.
 
The sparks become the tears.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 march 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, 23 march 2020

Head Wound

Twitching will not stop
after you hit the bull's-eye.
Somewhere a nightbird,
had a hallucination, moon was
scared to come out.
 
The game we play all
the time. Tracing blue nudes
on the beds. A gang rape
went unnoticed by the
diehards.
 
A sphinx was rising in
east. What you have done
to stall the riddle of winged monster
sailing like hawk moth,
drinking your honey?


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RENATA

RENATA, 22 march 2020

III wirusa odsłona -chaos końca

skaza wymknęła się 
spod kontroli
chwila prawdy nadeszła
nie będzie odkupienia 
egzekutor wstanie napięcia

patrzcie

zamknięto wszystkie sklepy
galerie kina i koncerty
to czym żyją paszcze 
portfele schudły w barwach  głodu
dusić się kisić gnić w domu 

rozejdzcie się wszystkie 
znaki zodiaku tak trudno 
żyć wroku Szczura
tylko jeść spać i srać 
zamknięci w kostce Rubika
drugiego człowieka unikać

panika rozprzestrzenia się dalej 
domowa kwarantanna -nie kaszleć
 powietrza bo ziemia ze swoim urobkiem
będzie jednym wielkim nagrobkiem


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RENATA

RENATA, 22 march 2020

pod kopułą znawcy artykułów niezbędnych

wrzuciłem Ci garść słów
które chciałaś usłyszeć 
w kosmiczną ciszę właśnie 
miały zabrzmieć jak opłatek

wrzuciłem Ci kłody
mówisz że pod nogi
a ja tylkko chcę  Cię podnieść 
przenieść w swój raj

wrzuciłem Ci garść przekleństw 
do ucha
zabijały od środka drżenie rąk
bóle brzucha
gaśniesz i wybuchasz 
w drodze do gwiazd

wrzuciłem Ci dysk 
zdalnie sterowany do głowy
teraz wiesz co masz robić 
mam pilot kierujący twoim ciałem
Ty naszego szczęścia kluczem









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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 march 2020

Artifacts Of Pain

My unique offer:
I want to embrace your
downtrodden faith.
 
A continuous buzz makes
me nostalgic of my
rendezvous with a walking
fern in early dawn of
enigma on limestone.
 
Would you mind to stand still
in blue light to-
read the unwritten command
of astragalus?
 
Where you want to
go to find yourself in
the black autumn of ashen faces?
 
The ice. A brittle
transparent truth of water.
Can you walk on the frozen lake
of eyes?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 march 2020

Short Melody

It had touched, the wind
of sky.
 
The viola goes―
pansexual.
 
Purple, blue and white
dog violet,
one of the petal was
landing gear for politics.
 
A fugitive poet
grumbles, eating the dark words.
 
After suicide, the viscera
was found blank, except
the half-eaten plums.


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