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Satish Verma, 30 august 2021
Dying Flames
When white mushrooms
come in procession
after the rains,
you bring back my ache―
O pink rose
words fall like birds.
Caparisoned, the
moon was rising from
the sand dunes, like a
camel after the festival of kiss
of love. The singed bank
of the lake was submerged in tears.
Fold your wings, O peacock,
clouds are going back home.
Satish Verma, 29 august 2021
Very Discreetly
Tonight moon was
gliding like a swan,
white and graceful.
But you slept on my hand
like a skylark.
Your eyes lit up
when I squeezed a verse.
Do I need to tell you
that fireflies had gone mad
after striking you?
And the weird thing was,
Aurora blushed after running into dark.
To catch your shadow,
time stood still, until
the sun passed away.
Satish Verma, 28 august 2021
Ennui
In a frame of a―
window, I watch
daily, a saddest,
star, and a palm
holding the clouds
like an Atlas.
No winds. The
bougainvillea still
drops the colored bracts―
in wait of moon―
unheeding the advice
of bright sun.
Satish Verma, 27 august 2021
The Final Retreat
In reality― you were
in a ring of fire. I had been
left with no claim on you.
Your failure had become mine.
This was not the game―
changer. Moon had latched
on the watery eyes. Synapsis
had started to break away.
The god wears different
apparels― as per the need of the
occasion. Nobody is going to say,
rest in peace.
Gradually I will stop
speaking about myself. When
my time comes, I will lose everything
and set you free.
The blind eagle will find its abode.
Satish Verma, 26 august 2021
The Fugitive
Bending the gravity
you start falling upward.
There was―
no distinction between earth and sky.
Unsaid thoughts without words
blend. A sign language conveying
the ageless twinge
of a faceless spirit.
Against the outrage of morals,
flatness becomes deep. The
quality suffers. Inception
invites the crime.
Strange things happen. Man
becomes a fireball, torching
the domes, shrines and littering
the streets with newborns.
Satish Verma, 25 august 2021
Self-Portrait
Life inside the doors―
mocks the nature.
Still life. Cup and Vase.
You lived for others
and died for me.
I become homeless.
In charity, the body
becomes water.
Gold sinks.
Very precious for me.
The hurts―
you gave me unasked.
Satish Verma, 24 august 2021
A Suspended Rock
Your freckles should not
go like innocence. Sun
was overlapping the galaxies.
I become whole for a while,
when you cry for the blueberry
moon in vain.
Why the night dips into your blue eyes?
No irony. I will wait
for you on the burning deck.
The schism was widening.
An animal living inside me
wants to raise his head.
The loser gets the inky jet
to cover his body. How about
getting a glimpse of lightning
walking down the road?
Satish Verma, 23 august 2021
Uncrafted
To become yourself,
declaring war―
for inequality.
Who was supremacist
in the pygmy owls―
nondescript voices?
The termites had
stopped making
anthills as nest.
The tall grass
now hides the migrant
labourers.
Satish Verma, 22 august 2021
Cobwebs
It was difficult to
rewrite one's own death―
on parchment paper. The cloudburst,
had washed away your writ.
The cadaver turns around
and talks. Faith and fire going together.
A flickering light from the brown
eyes, would tell about Advaita. The
nonduality of pain and body.
You can become painless―
if you leave the physical and
watch yourself intently.
Captivity crumbles. You want
to make sure, the bread does not
come between desire and grief.
Satish Verma, 21 august 2021
For No Obvious Reason
When I wanted
to stop you, the flame was
snuffed out by an invisible hand.
I let the missing link
go. My body turns blue.
You return back the
rusted coins. Fountain was
dry. Someone was going insane.
An albino touch with
blue eyes― the planet quivers
in chill.
A punishment for
remaining brown in the
crowd of white lilies.
Summer is breathing
last. Frozen lips now stop the flight.
Latest comments:
13 october 2024
jeśli tylko
tak się zawsze mówiło :)
13 october 2024
artystowski..
13 october 2024
tak, to jest ten konkret (jeden widz) którego
13 october 2024
violetta
Fajne bytowania:)
13 october 2024
Imieniny Kota:)
13 october 2024
Belamonte/Senograsta
Jedna pani śpiewała Arię z Carmen tylko dla
13 october 2024
Jaga
taniec pingwina na szkle...
13 october 2024
klaskanie jedną ręką
12 october 2024
Weronika
Dialog jednej osoby.
12 october 2024
no, też tak mam, nie wiem co się porobiło,
12 october 2024
prawie wszystkie wiersze są o przyrodzie
12 october 2024
tyle się o niej mówi, a dziwi, że przyszła..
13 october 2024
wiesiek
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