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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 march 2018

A Nightmare

The system aborts. 
(Multiple organs failure) 
A deviant art 
of dying pompously. 
 
I wish, I was on a ─ 
moving floor, sailing 
without a walk, looking at 
the camouflaged ceiling. 
 
The shrill voice of a whistle─ 
blower, mimics an opera. 
I will snatch the words, 
raw, from your lips. 
 
It was here, in absence. 
Your poesy, matter-of-factly. 
Can you raise your voice 
against the fall of the thing.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 march 2018

Malignancy

A cameo─ 
after the chemo. 
Are you sure, it was a tumor. 
 

 
A black hole 
in my bones, gulping 
all the pain. 
 

 
You were buried 
alive in the wall of patches. 
Stitch by stich.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 march 2018

At The End

The ultimate, unsung─ 
spreads out 
and sails to oblivion. 
 
I wanted to become 
you, in desperation, 
clinging to a swan song. 
 
The great wall─ 
of silence, built on sand 
still stands in hurricane. 
 
Questions mate─ 
behind the curtain. 
The truth, stands naked on stage. 
 
Nothing to declare 
now, I collect the pebbles 
of childhood, hidden 
 
from your eyes. 
Locking the door behind, 
I walk out to liberation.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 march 2018

Secret Deals

It insults the─ 
primitivism. Hypothermia, you 
become cold-blooded. 
 

 
Fractured limbs. 
How will you climb the 
mound of questions? 
 

 
Gray night. 
Between black and white 
the ashen moon.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 march 2018

Power Lines

The numbers were going up 
and hallowed men were no─ 
more saints. 
 
You find that your shirt 
was stained. Now 
you talk 
to strangers. fear creeps─ 
under the skin. 
 
You come near each other in─ 
dark. Reverting yourself 
 
Against the wall of water as 
high as your ego. Epidural abscess─ 
a silence of unknown. 
 
Now, every hour you die. Light 
abducts the dreams. Nothing to- 
talk about the blitzkrieg.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 march 2018

Moonless Night

Hauling up 
the debris of your life 
in failing light. 
 

 
Bending like grass. 
Standing like a solid rock─ 
where did you reach? 
 

 
The fatal night─ 
to remove the downy velvet 
from your sharp antlers.


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George Krokos

George Krokos, 20 march 2018

Simple Observation 144 - It’s the little things in life.....

It’s the little things in life that count the most
and the big ones those of which we can boast.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 20 march 2018

Quatrain 148 - Silence or definite action is ....

Silence or definite action is the right answer when words are of no avail;
let the language of the heart speak with love when all else seems to fail.
If you have a point to make and it appears to fall only on deaf ears
try setting a good example first and allay all your immediate fears.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 20 march 2018

To A Wilting Rose

Hey you there, oh thou drooping rose
what are you trying to disclose?
It seems that time has passed quickly
and left you now looking sickly.
You once were so bright and fragrant
but now you are like a vagrant;
shedding down all those body parts
before the expected end starts.
Was it because of your placement
in front of a sheer glass casement
on that window sill sun-exposed
and in midday hours being closed?
My sympathy for you dear friend
it looks as if you're near the end.
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George Krokos

George Krokos, 20 march 2018

Autumn Whispers

When you hear all those trees
how they sing in the breeze
with their branches and leaves
which are now falling down
to cover the bare ground
and pile up in a mound
from where all of them grow
they begin then to show
that season we well know.
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