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Karen Adams, 12 february 2018

Ta miłość

Ta miłość
Wydarta z mych dłoni
Ten czas
Którego nikt nie dogoni
Te ręce
Które łakną chleba
Dla nieba Boże
Dla nieba

This love
Torn from my hands
This time
Which no one can catch up
Those hands
Who crave bread
God for heaven
For heaven

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Satish Verma, 12 february 2018

Waiting In Wings

Tell me. Tonight,
when your mind goes blank,
where the smoldering words
will go?

Half-submerged is the harvest
moon. There are splotches
of clouds, but no
clear invite.

Aerial moonlight.
tells the age of tallest pine.
I will not climb the
Everest anymore.

Sky now plunges deep in
an abyss. I will embrace
the upturned terra ferma
and write a new poem.

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Satish Verma, 11 february 2018

The Flash Point

The double-edged truth
had the exoticism. The blood was
in air. A blue bird draws
a red line, indulging in spiritualization
of a gray design. The testosterones
chart the trajectory in the flame
of the forest.

You deploy your army in zero
hour. Colored leaves start casting
the spell. You listen to the rustling
of skirt. Moon was walking in.

A pink sword and sharpened
claws. After the vulture hit,
the death wil swoop down on you suddenly.

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Satish Verma, 10 february 2018

Wild Dreams

This was
a prelude to a prefix.
I want to stretch
my arms
to reach your moon.

*

Why did they had
to go,
the night,
the caper,
the moon!

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Karen Adams, 9 february 2018

Melodia sprzed lat

Może sie uda bo Ja wierze w cuda
Ta melodia sprzed lat
Którą zgubił swiat
Uchylilam jej drzwi
Abyś mógł wejść z nia Ty
Nie zgadzam się
Na wyrok losu
Aby w ten sposób
Potraktował mnie czas.

Maybe it will work because I believe in miracles
That melody from years ago
Which the world has lost
I opened her door a crack
So that you can come in with her
I do not agree
At the judgment of fate
To that way
Time has treated me.

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Satish Verma, 9 february 2018

Prelude

A deep kiss.
Deepest-ever
of exTreme love
for the death;
milky way.

*
Separating-
the numbers
from infinity.
Will you find one day
a big Zero?

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Satish Verma, 8 february 2018

Parsing

Read it,
or do not read
the road map.
Something has eaten into your wings.
You will not be able to fly
in the silent valley.

*

The clay gardens.
You always loved, the eccentricity.
A meltdown
refrains the sequenced
shyness. There will be
no moon tonight.

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Satish Verma, 7 february 2018

Ripped Apart

Looking back into
gray spring.
Would you find the images
of the constellation
of lilies?

*

What a
metamorphosis?
From a tigress to a
wounded bird, waiting
to pick up a flight.

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Balasubramanian, 6 february 2018

Entwined Love

The Cold breeze which blows from the blue mountains, with bees swarming the lush green foliage

Bringing a Love Poem filled with words, which only unfolds, to our two hearts speaking the same language

Why is this air so sweet? Is it because of flowers blossoming in the evening, flooding our lungs with fragrance?

Or because of the thoughts of my beloved which are filled with ethereal love and seamless essence

The butterflies are humming their favorite tunes and flying towards our window-sill

The Peacocks cry and the Pigeons flutter, memories of our romance floating like wisps in the cotton mill

Reminds me that my dearest is around and it's time his warm embrace, surrounds my love thirsty soul

Taking me into a dreamy state of pure bliss, caressing me with a kiss on a well hidden knoll

How beautiful is this feeling, How beautiful is this life, dancing and swirling in the arms of the one

How charming is his smile which enthralls me with his eternal love like a benevolent sun

When we slowly meander into the garden of passion, with our little fingers entwined

Just like golden threads embroidered in a silk scarf, our two hearts merged and smoothly shined

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Satish Verma, 5 february 2018

Knife Into Us

Ethics of brands will find
out the anatomist,
who will rip apart the hope
from the bones.

Death will come from
underside. The sky
will remain blue even after
the murder of the moons.

The revenge at dawn
was very painful. The
crows will scatter the
light from your hands.

The mobile towers had
come to a standstill.
Sparrows had become suspicious,
left for a holy bath.

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Ta miłość

Waiting In Wings

The Flash Point

Wild Dreams

Melodia sprzed lat

Prelude

Parsing

Ripped Apart

Entwined Love

Knife Into Us

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