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Satish Verma, 25 may 2018

Unfinished Script

Your hands were chopped off.
How will you write
the poem now?

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Truth was─
an alloy. Need to mix some
lie in pure gold.

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Why did the
roses cry? The saint was
not in the tomb.

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Satish Verma, 24 may 2018

Tonight when you deploy
the pillow to block the doors
and the skin fails; a moon
will enter by sealth from
the window in virgin black night.

I will bring forest flames from
where, adoration never stops.
There may be a disconnect─
when you kill the time; yet
turmoil rises with sensuality.

A fluid design appears
in blue dark. There was balka-
nization in the limbs. I grab
the waterfalls, climb the strings
and reach the bliss of a poem.

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Satish Verma, 23 may 2018

Recollection

After the prank
call, the death returns to room q
for her friend.
*
You were drinking
moon in dark. A door opens
for the guest.
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There would be
no elegy. A poet will die
today, anonymously.

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Satish Verma, 21 may 2018

Grains Of Wood

Read me a poem.
The lightening has touched again─
my raw nerves.

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I say, don’t
climb the terrace. Bougaivillea
has made it a home.

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I have come,
a longway to meet my lover,
the solitary moon.

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Satish Verma, 20 may 2018

Waiting To Blink

Eating circles in the sky
I ask you to step outside
the space. It was time!

I will alter the succession
of flesh to spirit.
Sky was overcast, when
mercury was falling.

The thread breaks. Your
theory falls without wings.
Chandeliers chase the─
shadows on the walls.

You start collecting the
tomorrow and the morrows.
There were no more yester-
days. Ashes will stay in urns.

The grass remains wet with dew!

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Satish Verma, 19 may 2018

Colloquy

Will you wait for me
till the moon parts the clouds
and the lake looks serene?

A reticent encounter;
I want to speak through─
silence. A shadow play will do.

Mystic nights weave─
a conspiracy. The insects
hover like words.

A lamp? No I will
burn my bridges to illuminate
the river.

Between the math─
and a story lies
the bloody corpse.

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Leszek Czerwosz, 18 may 2018

Walentyna

zabiera mnie czasem w kosmos.
Rakietą do planet,
ku słońcu lecimy,
aż się roztopi wstydu maska.

W obiektywie,
w pośpiechu,
w kabinie zawsze za ciasnej,
cały się spalam.

Takie życie warte jest wspomnień.

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Leszek Czerwosz, 18 may 2018

złote liście

jakże miło szeleszczą
gdy idziemy w nieznane
rozganiane wiatrem
popychane butami

jak szybko ulatują nam teraz
złote myśli
niepotrzebne
niepotrzebnym

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Satish Verma, 18 may 2018

Along The Dots

What would you seek
from the collection─
of lyrics?
It is getting dark.

Dismantling the notes,
I heard, when tears
were sitting dead in─
the crying eyes.

Life reeks with the violence,
from inside. You wanted
one more religion to
atone for the stink.

But the signs will not
convey. I become the war,
the missile to destroy
my own kingdom.

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Satish Verma, 17 may 2018

One Cold Morning

After a─
good shower, moon was
braiding the clouds.

*

Dawn, December.
Recently washed trees getting ready
to drink the sun.

*

The dew drips.
I collect the elixir
to die again.

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Unfinished Script

Climacteric

Recollection

Grains Of Wood

Waiting To Blink

Colloquy

Walentyna

złote liście

Along The Dots

One Cold Morning

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