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Satish Verma, 13 january 2022
Moaning Chimneys
There was no rationale
of jinxed proxy. Let me sort
out the gifts of a no god.
You want to initialize me
in forgetting you. Was it so
simple standing under the rains?
Who were you in
my nest, divorced from the
silence of the aches?
The door will not open now for
the moon to walk in for a tender kiss.
This soil, the grief
the stairs I am going to throw
your malignant civilization.
Start respecting yourself now.
I will come to pick
up my virginity.
You do not know, what was
behind this inertia.
Satish Verma, 12 january 2022
Falling From A Precipice
In a chilly moment
a metaphysical shadow
descends.
I start studying in
granular detail, the substance―
cause and knowing.
The terrible. I become
an executioner; climb down
a tar pit to drown
the skulls of peers.
Everything goes in
circinate mode. A ball
of spines. You bleed,
you ache.
I want to go before
a firing squad, for not
remaining innocent.
Satish Verma, 10 january 2022
In Sadness
It was a non-beginning.
You were there.
How much do you know
about this aggression, when
the emperor was getting
ready for self-destruction?
The heat of a bullet breaks,
the alien chest. I grab the
soft music of heartache―
and release the waterbirds.Now
the eyes will see the―
dawn of mind, and my little
dust will fly over the blue blood.
A man covers his mouth
with a strip of cloth.
He wants to talk to a laughing Buddha.
Satish Verma, 9 january 2022
Replying To Myself
Roping in, as if―
all my defeats, creating―
a tiara for a royal fall.
Being hurled
towards the enormous black hole,
chased by the sun.
Like an old thinker
I was putting myself in a
violent comet's pathway.
Not being a whole religion
why did I worship a walking stone?
How would I communicate
with my destiny?
I was not born a shining star.
An individual becomes,
an androgyne, unsure
to name the gender.
I am going to honour the talent.
Satish Verma, 8 january 2022
Eternally
In shadow of moon―
amidst banal, repeated answers,
you take a shot.
Moment of truth―
dissembles, the religion
of fear and kill. I hear
a sea of daffodils
going wild.
After the aching, The vision is lost.
You revert to bind
alleys. Between faith and hope
flickering light waits.
You stir and churn,
breach the obscene party
and go for a god.
Satish Verma, 7 january 2022
Tortured Times
You wanted him alive.
To witness the evolution of
man into beast.
Hounds start yowling,
one after the other―
in dark.
Why do I break the coconut to―
celebrate the death of a god?
It was that simple as
an orchird opens its bizarre labellum
to trap the sun.
A paperweight against
an argument, shatters the window.
The bluebird
refuses to sing.
Satish Verma, 6 january 2022
Philosophizing
On the run,
was a bon viveur―
in amber thoughts.
I start unknowing you―
O invisible. A curse
will follow if you make me
a god.
I plead, standing
on the rubble, I will not learn
to live without the muse.
Sometimes you disappear
unshorn, in the rain forest―
of stunning phrases.
I hold,
the existence of a ghost.
Undying for the sake of
forced acceptance.
That was the art of inevitability.
Satish Verma, 5 january 2022
Made On Earth
You by yourself,
will become me―
one day.
I am standing―
lone, with
body planet.
The intrinsic design―
of ampersand
falters. And
partition of soul
begins. The mutation
from the dust to schism takes place.
Where tears cannot
reach, the poem
will carry the message.
Satish Verma, 4 january 2022
New Questions
For lurid details
of velvety arms,
in ashes you sleep.
Knowingly you walk
into a death well,
opening the trapdoor.
Seizure brings
the nearness to unknown,
deliberately.
I do not know me―
now, after reciting
your name.
Oh God, why did
you play with coda,
before the curtain drop?
Satish Verma, 3 january 2022
Some Transcripts
Phobia. As it occurred.
Earth was being spread
on the tryst of man.
You won't learn the
life, wearing the veil of death.
That will ditch the destiny.
It was a big question. How to meet you?
One's own beginning was
transient. You will always
imagine the end.
How wrong world was,
when you were stigmatized
for saving the poems?
Give me your fist not the hand.
At least I am not going to be perished.
Long live the Homo.
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
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jesień tak ma... :)))
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Piękne kwiaty, chcę takie na balkon:)
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Zawsze znienacka jesień życia...
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Groch przez wieki był rzucany/ dzisiaj ściana
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Georginie jesienne :)
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Tak :))
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Muchomor czerwony, trujący. Ponoć wzięty przez
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Eva T.
Jadalny?
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