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Satish Verma, 17 june 2021

Inauthentically?

Sperms and legacy.
You scream for the justice
for the space between words
and sentences.

I don't want to be separated
from my half-eaten moon.

Without a dance
your anklets have broken into songs.

Someone commands me―
to sacrifice my pen.

Hallucinatory- be seduced for the sake of fashion.

In anguish I watch
the terror was becoming a religion.

Do you hear the voices
coming from the crypts?

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Satish Verma, 16 june 2021

Pardon My Darkness

You always said, violence
was in you. Everything was dying
around.

There was a tacit understanding―
enacted,
interceding with―
a lasso. The baked silence
always stares at you.

I have no praise,
no condemnation for anyone.

Inevitably you suck the moon,
your thumb,
your blood.

A poem falls on the ground
to breathe again.

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Wiadomsky, 14 june 2021

Sticky notes

shards of you
like sticky notes
attached to every
single piece of me

I fold them into
paper airplanes
instead of writing
letters in my head

I'll just wait here
among broken dreams
scattered around
one more eternity

for your never

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Satish Verma, 14 june 2021

In Penitence

Unceremoniously―
you blow off the earthen lamp
after the night vigil.

Still stranger
to dark, you start self-destruction
in holy violence.

Was there any life
before death? You encounter
the crucified truth.

Now you wear the blue lake
to meet the moon―
in a forlorn sky.

I let you see
the falling star. It's heat
had savaged me.

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Satish Verma, 13 june 2021

Bioluminescence

Like a lingering doubt,
the moon stood on the maple tree―
for a relationship.

For my sake don't take a
downside, my liberalism
will suffer.

Killed in your own house
by lightning, have you
ever heard of self-immolation?

Let's make it simple.
Take it from the giver,
what he never had― and
don't ask the price.

Your eyes again befell
a giant. How would you live
without the fireflies?

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Satish Verma, 12 june 2021

To Man

The city was going to
fall. An earthquake?
A flood? No it is war.

Money making and
crime. Two things are
left in my coffer.

Man made had
become better thing than
god made.

Mars sends another
image, of this side―
of the man's earth.

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Satish Verma, 11 june 2021

Gleanings

Autumn moon―
in full grace. I have
come out to say hello.

*

Everything was in
order. A stunned silence.
The cuckoo gives a long call.

*

Long ago, such
was the night. I
wrote my first poem.

*

My innocence,
intact― I still feel
my stupidity.

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Satish Verma, 10 june 2021

Et Tu?

Like half-brother
moon was following me.
Tonight the dethroning commences
on the murderous hills
of faith.

You grab a snowcloud
to refuse what you would be.
The animal that lives
in you has become silvery haired.
There was a terror of being isolated.

Earth was dying in me.
A bloodied machete―
travels across the lands,
riding on the tears, screams
and disembodied peans.

Lifting a sacred book
the hand trembles involuntarily.
Is it the homicide of bright sun?
Et tu, O man?

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Satish Verma, 8 june 2021

The Jealous War

It was very edifying.

When you shut the mouth of
the oppressed―
the mass grave speaks.

The widow was still mourning,
after the causality of my belief,
my psyche, my rights.

You don't make me, then
how can you break? What
was the height of fall,
will you let me know?

The volatile words are now
losing their import. No
real, only cosmetic display.

Let the celebration of
bold death begin.

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Satish Verma, 6 june 2021

Mode Of Dying

Brutal. Another lover
too. Four-letter words kill.
A self deception begins.
You shut up in yourself.

From meaningless trivia you
want to extract peace.

The leather was becoming feminist.

You can eat your partner
if conflict increases.

Will you like to read Camus
again? Especially- The Myth of Sisyphus?

The humming birds are
disappearing. No trumpet shaped flowers.

Half-naked in beachdress―
a truth was swept away.

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Inauthentically?

Pardon My Darkness

Sticky notes

In Penitence

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To Man

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Et Tu?

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Mode Of Dying

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