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Satish Verma, 4 march 2021
Secrets Of Unknown
Stone gods
envision the interface
between man and beast.
*
He sits with his
head sunk in knees.
Wants to become a painting.
*
A black piano
looks around for the
blind maestro.
*
He was fighting
with the shadows of ghosts
on walls.
Satish Verma, 3 march 2021
Coming Out Of Asylum
Multiple hurts― and
you still want to live
in this dystopia.
The queue was
lengthening to catch up
with moon.
The gate man will talk
of an apocalypse.
The repeat flame, which
does not die in the presence
of sun.
The thoughts. Will they
ever stop in dark? The
moonlight gathering the ashes.
The erotica fails to
cast the net. You want to
collect the venom of desire
capping the end blues.
Satish Verma, 2 march 2021
Wild Reflections
After a long journey
he wants to sit
under the moon.
*
Not calling home,
he wanted to cross
the religion.
*
There was no clearing―
of subterranean fears.
I have accepted the mats.
*
In boiling water
why did you jump
to save the fish?
Satish Verma, 1 march 2021
Faint Viberations
I want to be
eloquent, with myself―
to write a poem.
*
Do you have
a clean blade
as pure as a plum?
*
Not enough
were the seeds,
for green fingers.
*
A grivever―
comes back, to undo
the guilt of others.
Satish Verma, 28 february 2021
Displacing The Milestones
Talking of myths,
in dichotomy of grace―
when somebody said that
the facts were loose truths.
Your faith slumbers―
when you are awake. And
you, my door of night, will
wear the tears of dawn.
Not sharing the loneliness,
when I was dispensing the
laughs amidst the grief
of hills. The trees, the slopes
and seeds― that will never bear
the fruits.
And there, I did't want
to celebrate my unwritten epitaph
after completing the life
of falls.
And the neighborhood still
sleeps when I decide to walk away
towards the dark.
Satish Verma, 27 february 2021
Are You There
The wheels.
I decide to abandon―
the home.
*
The pain of darkness
returns. Wax
drips from a taper.
*
A sickle moon―
stirs,
my religion.
*
Deep anguish,
after the taste of
your own blood.
Satish Verma, 26 february 2021
Undestined
This was an illegal kill
between you and me.
I will abdicate―
my headstone.
The black eyes keep on staring
at the orange wings.
Butterflies presage
the quake's qualms.
Very unsettled, I was,
against the odds. I was trying
to figure out my―
new passage.
Slaughtered with a sickle,
a faith lies―
bleeding, I bring out the
cannabis for peace.
Satish Verma, 25 february 2021
Crossroads
At crisis of
inquiry, you search
the questions.
Life throws up a savage violence.
Bruising our psychies
we try to know each other.
At the end of the road,
we try to start a conversation.
There was a huge presence―
of some unseen force.
Much ado, looking
through each other. Would
you call me again?
Let there be a brutal
confession. I take back
my words and rewrite a poem.
Satish Verma, 24 february 2021
Proving False
News runs faster
than the sun. It is
dark already.
You have started arresting
the shadows. I was still
talking to a rose.
Let's go somewhere. Where
no war cries are heard
for a day.
How many, will you―
count the dead? Each mortal
wants to go home.
The postcards, don't
arrive from the front
anymore.
Will you take my message
by the severed head.
Satish Verma, 23 february 2021
Dragging The Clouds
And my love, when do we talk
of wilderness
and daisy blooms?
The snakeskin-
twirls, and I watch the
wriggling night moving away.
I swallow the
empty words. They are not
heavy and no concoction.
The body and desires.
I have let then slip away,
my dreams, my knocks.
Against the dying of
blueberries in your eyes,
I will not wash the stains.
The curve of umbilicus
still remembers the dazzling
fall.
Latest comments:
15 october 2024
Yaro
Mam taką wersję. uśmiech rozciąga się od
15 october 2024
APski
zanurzam ciastko w zapachu kawy jak mgnienie
15 october 2024
... dobre wspomnienie uleciało babim latem...
15 october 2024
... wylał się czarnym sumieniem...
15 october 2024
gdy cienie pod łóżkiem dywanem się kładą...
15 october 2024
za każdym razem oślepić wir nocy...
15 october 2024
nie rozpoznaje wczorajszych mgieł
14 october 2024
Ananke
extra, szczególnie początkowe wersy, czytam
14 october 2024
czegoś za mało, albo za dużo, choć jest tu
14 october 2024
wszystko mi się podoba, oprócz : "bramy
14 october 2024
mnóstwo, mnóstwo.....
14 october 2024
tylko...co robiłeś pod mostem ;)
15 october 2024
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