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Satish Verma, 3 september 2017
Riveting
Absolutely sapped out
I will unfurl
my flag today.
It was a raw wound
of nuanced statements in dark
when the moon fell in lake.
Talking to butterflies
as I take on the genre
of brainstormed hibiscuses.
It rained again in my
courtyard, wetting the
marbles and my eyes.
Take away the roof from
over my head. I have
come to meet the frozen tears.
The enormous guilt now
haunts the vacant eyes, why I didnot
accept the voluptuous breast of death.
Satish Verma, 3 september 2017
Riveting
Absolutely sapped out
I will unfurl
my flag today.
It was a raw wound
of nuanced statements in dark
when the moon fell in lake.
Talking to butterflies
as I take on the genre
of brainstormed hibiscuses.
It rained again in my
courtyard, wetting the
marbles and my eyes.
Take away the roof from
over my head. I have
come to meet the frozen tears.
The enormous guilt now
haunts the vacant eyes, why I didnot
accept the voluptuous breast of death.
Satish Verma, 1 september 2017
False Boundaries
I again went for the goldfish.
One day I took you, in the
night sky, rubbing on the
sea, under an ebony moon.
The roasted munching in
fabricated letters for
the orgiastic drill.
Why one always becomes
sadistic in self- torture,
the drifting among tombs-
of broken words, in our
maligned ink? The clear
path suddenly becomes invisible.
I again hear the sobbing of
a trembling ghost of past.
Satish Verma, 31 august 2017
Tapers
It went through me
the hot day;
vaulting back.
at night.
To hustle the poetry things.
Weary of the luminous
dials. I want to
think in dark.
*
The bookcase was empty.
Croaking words
had departed for
greener pastures.
Hold on.
I am coming to
defuse the grenades.
Satish Verma, 30 august 2017
Mni Poems
The maligned,
bloody moon,
will never show
the darkside.
Like
human nature,
a theorem,
unsolved.
*
The fiction
was incomplete.
The end,
was unending.
Blaming
the punctuation.
*
No
amnesic stance.
I wanted to stitch
The fragmented past.
The tainted
weeds, will not
allow the phrase
to complete.
*
Was there any
need to catch
the essence of physical?
The words were
sufficient to hurt
the unborn.
Satish Verma, 30 august 2017
Mni Poems
The maligned,
bloody moon,
will never show
the darkside.
Like
human nature,
a theorem,
unsolved.
*
The fiction
was incomplete.
The end,
was unending.
Blaming
the punctuation.
*
No
amnesic stance.
I wanted to stitch
The fragmented past.
The tainted
weeds, will not
allow the phrase
to complete.
*
Was there any
need to catch
the essence of physical?
The words were
sufficient to hurt
the unborn.
Satish Verma, 28 august 2017
Splitting The Night
Pillage started,
when there were anti-answers.
The trapped light-
wanted to be
released,
from brutalism.
When you were
nearly drowned,
in the multitude of questions,
joining the palms,
you collect the moments
of solitude.
You drop a key
in the ocean.
Its imprint swims
to the other side of shore.
You felt lonely
stars said, it is time for us to leave.
Satish Verma, 27 august 2017
Paper Thin
Tearing up,
the revised versions.
Wall was rising.
Invisible,
like the unconceived
terror.
Half-eaten space,
the man wants to
hide the holiness.
The final leap,
for the hips, the lips
for the dive.
The bloodied
paperweight, which smasthed
the skull of a bald deity.
The arguments, that
kill the path, a
gift of sky.
Satish Verma, 27 august 2017
Earth's Intelligence
Do not open this dirt file of
the suspended time. It reverberates
in me while standing
on the edge of a precipice.
Are you hungry of a desert
light in dark. The birds are
going to follow the sun carrying
the moon on their wings.
A dream creater stands on
a golden rock to retrieve
the archaic relic of a Desinovan
who hit the grave without shoes.
The greed ultimately takes over
the silent death.
Satish Verma, 26 august 2017
Buying Time
Nibbling at a piece of moon
I lost the zero line
of my violence
mapping the lone
jungle.
The waning light
flaunting the peaks
for docking
the missile
in dark.
The body of water,
prior to the tempest,
will invite the brown
creator to pull
the ropes.
The past reappears,
shows presence.
I search word anchors
to reach
buoyancy.
Latest comments:
10 september 2025
Weronika
Aż pięty bolą.
10 september 2025
ais
Motylkowa kamea :)
10 september 2025
Kamea
10 september 2025
Jaga
To tylko palec natury. :))
10 september 2025
Na poczet przyszłych wojen, praktykujemy wojenkę.
10 september 2025
smokjerzy
łudzę się, że masz na myśli tłum...
10 september 2025
ko(to)laż...:))
10 september 2025
sam53
Miło gdy się uśmiechasz :))
10 september 2025
ładne, też lubię ten wiersz :)))
10 september 2025
gdzie dłoń, która trzyma tę wędkę?...:))
10 september 2025
Wyłącznie z gatunków allochtonicznych.
10 september 2025
czy aby na pewno...:))
10 september 2025
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jeśli tylko
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