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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 march 2021

Ars Poetica

1.
You don't have to walk
in self-discipline
and abstention.

To transcend
the prying eyes and
rub off the naked shoulder
of moon.

2.
Would you come back
in dark to light the lamps
in my eyes?

I need no pain
to write the epitaph of
an undying poet
in jungle of wild screams.

3.

There was no beginning
no end. So from where
you will start reciting
the beautiful saga?

I don't think of your
luxury to pick up my craft
and hack me to hundred stanzas.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 march 2021

Ambivalence

Your limbs tremble―
when you stand erect
to end the silence.

Nobody wants the clamor put to sleep.

It was a direct insult
of surgical kill.

When it was light, you start
covering yourself, caught in a vise.

Every dialogue was worth living.
You can only pray for the wrongs,
come to right.

A secret of tongue was
out. Ladders and snakes,
snakes and ladders, were not meant
for you.

The ambulances has always written the
letters― in reverse.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 march 2021

Tapping The Wall

A soul-search violates
a code.You cannot
drop your mask.

A liquid pain, again
laughs from eyes.
Green was the moon.

Was your poem―
a truth? Capable
of death watch?

The squirrel hangs
down by tail, to watch
the man climbing.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 march 2021

Breathing Barriers

You receive when
you don't ask,
celebrating the soul
with mind.

The matter, the blurred
awareness was made
of tiny faults.

The fabric breaks
in yes or no. Pricks draw
the blood of million screams.

The moon catcher blights
himself. Flowers
pull up the roots. Nowhere to go.

The shadows close
the windows. You grope
in dark, searching the right
word or answer.

Don't turn your head.
Pathways are sinking.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 march 2021

A Dying Hymn

Your face had only the
eyes, when you flew backwards,
hovering like a humming bird.

There was no absolute,
hoisting the beheaded god.
In transience I will meet you
in air and shed the body.

In mouth-hole you put
all your wisdom, to bisect the
virgin house. Violence creeps into
the roses. They droop and bleed.

I will talk to burgundy-black
moon, not to leave footprints on
my face. My lips are going to
catch the stolen kisses.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 march 2021

Thousand Truths

Ah, this was the comfort of
defiance. You can
expunge the consonance.

You are not proving anything
except to play devious game,
with fossils. The lunacy
will hide you.

A thoughtless state comes
to exit. There is absolute stillness
in the busy bee suspended
in moonlight.

No awards. No flogging. What
you can give without seeking
any space? You cannot
eat your own progeny.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 march 2021

Breaking The Golden Leash

Float seamlessly in dark.
Come in my arms,
like a cloud―
like a moon.

The cult will live
on for eternity to
meet the challenger.

The objector had
the flatfoot. Will walk
overdressed.

In eerie silence―
an agile titan was going
to vilify himself.

Conscientiously I
wanted to feel you once
in my verses.

No virtue, no sin
was needed to come to
the lips of an abyss.

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RENATA

RENATA, 14 march 2021

nic o mnie nie wiesz

rozpaczliwie pragnąc miłości
tulę poduszkę aż do braku
krwi stapiającej się w wosk
pod spodem wczorajszego dnia

JA i TY niedomówienia niepewność
naszprycowanych miodem kłamstw
JA i TY taka porcelanowa kruchość
przeistacza się w wieczne MY

zapadamy się jakby ziemia była płaska
wzloty Dedala upadek Ikara
unieść się odfrunąć i runąć
przepraszam kochanie przepraszam
za te całe wspólne lata powstał dom
bez oddechu w rocznicę
gdzie ściera się początek z końcem

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RENATA

RENATA, 14 march 2021

niepewność

scałujesz pocałunkiem zacałujesz
fałsz kant obłudę
wystające nitki wątpliwej
jakości wątków z kącików ust

pożądania godny biust
i błysk w oku
w twoim kroku
najlepiej ogrzać myśli

cokolwiek zrobisz nie stracę
błyskawic przeszywających mózg
mógł sporadycznie na falach
odbierać łączność z Otellem
co powodowało wzrost tempa
temperatury między dwoma
pałeczkami szczęścia

zaglądając w rozgwiazdy
już wiesz że tylko z nią
na te połoniny wrzosowiska
dzikie krainy burz i miodu
zachłannie chcesz
by ciągle siedziała na twoim
kutasie unosząc płową grzywę włosów
rozrywany świat na kawałki

magia mydli oczy
a ty cipkę wystawiasz
długo żyję w niepewności
czy ktoś oprócz mnie
konia tam wstawia

głos słodki sugeruje
tylko do ciebie coś czuję
ale po co z innym esemesujesz
tak jakbyś chciała
zostawić furtkę na zapas

następne jutra sklejone
spermą lat lubieżnych
ekskluzywne pokazy
miłosnych praktyk
wyostrzają apetyt bardziej
niż słynna owa
zupa pomidorowa

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 march 2021

Without Envy

This command was
unpunishable.
I will not accept the defeat
from life.

You were mending the shoes,
of god. My vase had
broken. This is my burden,
I carry the body of a poem.

Waterfalls. I stand in
midstream. Throw my walking stick
in flowing stream. Will heal
the dead legs of a thought.

The belly is full of crickets.
No light. The unending muffled
trill. The pebbles fall in nightmares.
I seek the ending of blue marks.

The air fills the lungs with your prayers for me.

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