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Satish Verma, 13 may 2020
Side By Side
This was a circle
which broke.
Like a heroin death,
like an eternal sleep,
like living on the dark floor of the lake.
There was no ovulation.
Earth has stopped brooding.
Submerged in quicksand
you cannot breathe,
after hurting yourself.
Do not go in the mirrors.
The fog was your friend.
Pick up the leaves, the
leaves fallen from the lone tree.
You become the seed.
Satish Verma, 12 may 2020
Drooping Lids
Like it was pain of sea.
The waves are not rising.
You remember the depth
of eyes, of heart,
when you cannot read the
face of shadows.
So much soundless crying.
The birds have gone
to distant shores
for water.
Manytimes I had given
a call. Immaculate exit.
I will not carry any stigmas.
Want to travel light―
to meet my tormentor.
Satish Verma, 11 may 2020
Night Eye
I will ask
the moonflower to give me
a beautiful death,
under the Nightshade.
A nocturne clue;
will you play the piano for me
for a last time? Are you going to meet me in
the grid, crossing the sharp angles?
The signs start shimmering
in dark, like cobra's
tongue.I don't call the names.Overbiting, I
hold the words.
Loss of faith, I
don't believe in me.Did I
betray your creation O god?
The virtuals are overtaking me.
Your flagship becomes a hoax.
I change my name for ever.
Satish Verma, 10 may 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.
Satish Verma, 9 may 2020
Tulips Were Coming
Schizoidly I walked
with the moon― by night/
when you slept―
in my eyes.
I will leave my shadow
behind, one day
in dark.
Death is no exit. There was
no clear message for withdrawl.
The enemies were drawing near.
I will not push the cart.
There was no bunker homicide.
Hidden marriage bears the fruit.
Truth was behind me
I am naked like a candlestick.
The religion puts out the light.
steve, 9 may 2020
"I Keep Holding On"
I keep holding on for love... that I know will never be...
Unless you look beyond ... to what's inside of me,
I'm not like anyone... that you've ever known before...
But you won't see what's inside me.. if you stand behind the door,
You always leave me breathless.. what's a man to do...
For I can barely breathe at all.. when you walk into the room,
I'll lie here in the darkness.. calling out your name...
But nothing in this world.. could make you feel the same,
Just one chance to touch you.. as the fire rages on...
Completely out of my control.. until the breaking dawn,
I know just where I stand... but my heart will not let go...
Tell me what am I to do.. with love that I can't show,
My heart won't set me free.. no matter what I do..
It's holding on for love.. because it belongs to you...
RENATA, 8 may 2020
błyski
chcę cię znależć
wstaję idę patrzę
bezustannie
twoja twarz błąka się
gdzieś pomiędzy uliczkami
nie zdążam za uciekaniem
koszmary wspomnień krążą
słodko gorzkie poczucie winy
uparcie z psim węchem pokazuję
zdjęcie przypadkowym przechodniom
parzy schowany gdzieś głęboko
list pożegnalny utonęłaś bo chciałaś
a ja nie wierzę jedyne na co było
mnie stać to zanurzać się w wannie
długo i głęboko jak ty w rwącym nurcie rzeki
ścieżki wyobrazni
niczym drut kolczasty
oczy usta zęby głos
kimkolwiek jesteś
nie uciekaj córeczko
znów znajdę cię
RENATA, 8 may 2020
ANTYDEPRESANTY
problem poważny
na czas kwarantanny
to nie dziki zachód
dopóki mamy dochód
a ty ciesz się ciesz seksem
z partnerem podziel się powietrzem
atrakcje erotyczne w walce ze stresem
będą dla naszych depresji różową pastylką
intymnie włochate myśli przy mnie
bez przymusu wtulać się razem w pierzynę
rozmawiać o udkach skrzydełkach i piersiach
bez maseczki przy pocałunkach bez wysiłku w bezsensie
Satish Verma, 8 may 2020
With Invocation
I will call you
in a moon night-through
a fragile letter,
for extracting the end of beginning
to do a Houdini
to escape from the straitjacket
of your own commitment.
Decades on-
the house still carries the smudges
on the walls, where you
wrote dreams in vermilion
and later on singed yourself out-
to become disfigured.
For whom you laid seige,
your silence, becoming a song? A sculpted mutiny to
collect the thin bones asking
the moon to send more light.
Timeless a death waits in the shadows
for a fat answer.
I will spread the salt.
Renato N. Mascardo, 8 may 2020
remembering the missing & missing the remembered
and then there were five
and a half
those were
the days when life
was now and tomorrow
had nothing to do with the past
we were
we thought
forever the
gang of eight and a half
Jess and Jun Ray and Roy Cris and
Chito
Rudy
and Edgar with
Bobby the great one half
we all had high hopes for life was
so good
Rudy
was first to go
with a burst vessel in
his brain while asleep leaving just
seven
and a
half of the gang
next went Roy felled slowly
by a virus he denied he
had to
very
end followed now
by Edgar the kind who
was taken by Azrael the
crowned one
too soon
too soon they have
left and gone leaving five
and a half of us to wonder
who’s next//
renato
wednesday 6 may 2020
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