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Satish Verma, 10 march 2023

Repeat Dilemma

A secret poem for
you, to forget myself lost on the
noiseless sea.

Of words. Reclining
Buddha in dilemma, to
wake, not to wake.

I was on voyage
to find the bliss of salt
in starvation.

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Renato N. Mascardo, 8 march 2023

being my friend at 3am

i can’t
even imagine
please let me try what you
feel right now in this darkest hour
before

the break
of dawn being
so alone so short of
breath half reclined in bed so so
tired but

too tired
to sleep instead
my wheezes keep time with
the wall clock that keeps vigil as
best as

it can
conducting this
cacophony of pain
within and without rising and
falling

my tongue
nails skin eyeballs
nude scalp bowels all clamoring
to be

heard by
an audience
captive and one trying
to sort out and plan what still lies
ahead

too much
to learn way too
many steps that can be
taken detours to hurdle when
will all

this end
initials like
notes chirping around me
her2+ adc dfs pfs
leave me

alone
quiet my heart
the war proceeds recedes
the siege continues but i’m far from
alone

but in
this deep lagoon
of ennui in this the
coal black hour of the night please let
me live

an hour
or two of quiet
desperation so that i can
savor all the more another
new day//

renato
wednesday 8 march 2023

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Satish Verma, 7 march 2023

Impeccable

How do I carry the
moon, wherever I go to search
you between the clouds.

Gradually, thoughts
become homeless. Can't catch
the wheezing flies.

Blaming self, the trunk
dies inside. No sap will
rise. No glue will roll.

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Satish Verma, 6 march 2023

Small Pains

I want you to call
me, when my shirt was stainless
and sun was rising.

The monarch lands on
my book to read the verse―
meant for the moon.

The empty mind spins.
Script was totally burnt-out in
my voicelessness.

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Satish Verma, 5 march 2023

Whom To Sing

The first stitch
of the poem. Painless words.
There was no song.

The lull before the
blast. Buddha bends to pick up
the tangerines.

Deep orange-red
sun rises to name the sin.
There was no saint.

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Satish Verma, 4 march 2023

Sorting Again

Love blooms in hush,
like cranberry. It heals soul,
half moon, half stings.

Gives you wisdom
to singe without flames
in month October.

Woe was done for,
when the snow comes in
to cover the scars.

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Satish Verma, 3 march 2023

Not Any Acrimony

At dusk, I will smear
your lips to color the moons.
Acts like Midas touch.

The dunes tend to
shift from the shivering hands,
when the knuckles bend.

The scope expands.
You will walk on periphery.
I will tow the line.

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Renato N. Mascardo, 2 march 2023

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Satish Verma, 1 march 2023

Ruminating

The fire thoughts rise,
when the stinging stubble burns
on your green face.

It doesn't smell, the
forked tongue. Taste was
sweet on the skin.

A crimson twilight
narrates the glory of sun,
inviting the moon.

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Satish Verma, 27 february 2023

Under The Bodhi Tree

Would you remove
your mask once, and come to
me as you are?

Don't throw the pebbles
to skin my pain. The wound bleeds,
to quote the past.

I ask myself to
be quiet in this moon time.
Saint was turning red.