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Satish Verma, 8 february 2022
Withdrawal
Like a hedgehog you raise
your spines.
I bleed unbitten.
The sharp polarization
starts a brutal war―
on changing genetics.
The editing of human
behavior with a streak of desire,
goes for lip therapy.
Unimpressed I remain,
after the chlorine attack.
You cannot burn the spirit.
Your tactis anger―
the sparrows. They are migrating
to marry another summer.
Satish Verma, 7 february 2022
Selling Features
The sexless hiccoughs
have started,
in the valley of death planet.
Sovereignty of pure
kiss, in garden of moons― will
feel threatened.
Cannot wipe out
the darkness. The hooded
fear splits the white heels of running sun.
I jump over the sharp blades
of swaying Passiflora, where
pouting lips spread the dark berries.
The paper boats will
not touch the bottom of lake.
You can collect the relies on red beach.
Not you, not me
will prove the virginity
of truth.
Satish Verma, 6 february 2022
Elusive Thoughts
Time eats the winter, to―
rebuild the fallen ally
of solar storms.
You refused to accept
the incense of disdain, while
carrying the lover in your muse.
Like dandelion's seeds
with downy tufts, your eyes laugh.
Lips pursed, you do not want to go insane.
The need to break was
very strong. I lose myself in a pause.
should shift for another niche.
There was a conspiracy.
Moon was going for a walk―
with another suitor.
Satish Verma, 4 february 2022
The Myth Of Zero
Under the jacaranda tree,
near the fragrant trunk,
lies a sheet of blue trumpet―
shaped flowers.
You are home, near
the lotus feet of marbled
Buddha, standing erect.
You are walling in
Agni's wrath, with wild thoughts.
The somatization becomes very unkind.
It foretells the reality.
Curves take you to lakes. You read more
of the depth of water.
What was the avant-garde
of new age, against
the tight lips of crusade?
Satish Verma, 3 february 2022
Million Times
Completely broke,
an empty glass, wants
to drink from your eyes.
Validity was incredible
between the silence
of centuries.
Give back my nowness.
Future had migrated into past.
Moon will not rise
for me.
Where was the apotheosis
of my defeats? Any extra
kiss of fireflies was not sufficient.
I will write my own
end in your hands, when
sun brings down the flame.
To sin with the invisible,
had become a liberation.
Satish Verma, 2 february 2022
Unconquering
Waiting for the unwaiting
to appear. The green pigeons
will reduce the palace to rubble.
Could it be like― the
first man to die has become
a savior?
I hold your tender
face in my hands to
read the axioms.
Mumbling something―
Inaudible, I will address,
the upright past.
An unborn love child
Kicks at the walls of the womb.
It was time to see the world.
Satish Verma, 1 february 2022
Come Whitely
Moon injured―
after reaching climax.
At the death of a poem
nobody was ready to climb the pyre.
A collapsed river was
sleeping in your eyes. I will
come and wake up the sun.
Now I am melting.
Some troubling signs were there.
You were becoming vulnerable,
if the rock cried. And you
wanted to die in my arms.
O brute, cold-blooded
murderer, the shadow of the comet
was lengthening. I don't
want any roses for funeral.
A self-image had the last laugh.
Satish Verma, 31 january 2022
Far From Touching
From uncultured to
subcultured, I was made to―
feel responsible.
My coffers remained
empty. The nightmares had
squirreled away my peace.
And I was always
steeling for a reply. Embracing
the dark woods for support.
Everyday you changed
the mask to become innocent,
separating the sparks from the ash.
Paralysed like sea―
anemone without water. The
sea had receded in haste.
Satish Verma, 30 january 2022
One Pyrexia
I am the circumference
and I am the center.
My math has failed.
Snooping at your dark gods,
the pi fumbles. Reverse
osmosis starts.
After lynching the saint
you put him on pedestal.
The frenzy, the blaze, and mayhem begins.
The portrait of the fugitive
was incomplete. Lilies
drop the colors and become nuns.
The cage becomes bigger.
You leave the salt. Tears
with laughter would do.
Satish Verma, 28 january 2022
How To Decipher
Like a virgin birth,
a poem floats
without any pain.
Superimposes, as if
on a face, like Mona Lisa,
with her mysterious smile,
longing a release from
the cycle of rebirth.
Are you going to reperform
for me, your silent
surrender, bewildering
a lost pilgrim?
Will you become a
sitter like a moon-faced, veiled
by crying clouds? I had been
trying to touch your lips, eyes.
This vicious assault
was for me. Stony eyes, and
the striking hood―
impel kleptomania.
Latest comments:
11 october 2024
Belamonte/Senograsta
to ciekawe, to może piszesz programy dla szkół?
11 october 2024
Dziękuję, widzę że nie wiem co z tego co
11 october 2024
sam53
jesień tak ma... :)))
10 october 2024
violetta
Piękne kwiaty, chcę takie na balkon:)
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Jaga
Zawsze znienacka jesień życia...
10 october 2024
Groch przez wieki był rzucany/ dzisiaj ściana
10 october 2024
Georginie jesienne :)
10 october 2024
Tak :))
10 october 2024
:)
10 october 2024
Muchomor czerwony, trujący. Ponoć wzięty przez
10 october 2024
:))))
10 october 2024
Eva T.
Jadalny?
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Satish Verma
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