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Satish Verma, 1 january 2022
Distressing Call
Fear returns to
glass jars. The generic gap
flutters in narrow
basin.
The caged image. Regency
starts burning. The
divide widens. Your fidgety
fingers roll the stiletto.
Premonition. You condone
the crucifixion, beheadings. I
heal the broken limbs,
punctured hearts.
The striped, elegant walk
on the ramp. I dream of
empty bowls. The rubber
mannequin smiles.
Satish Verma, 31 december 2021
Listening Unheard Voices
The leaning neck
of the moon, getting
intimate with
a tall pine.
Partheno-sculpting
a protégé, without touching
the essentials.
Somebody waits for your
footfalls. Somebody
loves you without telling.
Like sensory pits
of a viper. I smell
your heat.
The swaying hips
of downing night.
Sun was rising.
Satish Verma, 30 december 2021
In Denial
In shadows of dawn,
there was no theme―
on way to home.
My agile hands were trying
to find the sins of
unbroken faith.
Will you hold for sometime,
the trembling questions
of my parched lips?
My deepest secret was out. I was
preparing myself in extremis.
Not worth speaking of,
I was changing my path.
You will not cry anytime.
Here goes the culture,
the credence of unbelieving.
Stand by me, when I explode.
Satish Verma, 29 december 2021
Strange Logics
A blood retreats―
through the gift of tears.
Pain has no religion.
Why did you search the
truth in ashes?
A command goes waste.
I didn't call a god
for mercy.
The dust leaps for wings.
Rain leaves no scars.
I will come back
to gather the washed bones.
A rusted wound has no thoughts left.
Satish Verma, 28 december 2021
Preternaturally
Trying to understand the
impossible, I will
reach for you or your
hidden libido.
Gynaecomastia.
Life span cut short by
despondency. A woman
speaks for sex change.
Poverty of thoughts, and―
death of a theme. It
was the one-way street in a
ghost town.
Something to serve in
the way of courtesy, when
you start imploding
to celebrate the arrival of ash.
Satish Verma, 27 december 2021
Your Tresses Of Night Shade
Do you know my
love, where the road ends
I will meet you
one day.
Life had been always angry
with me. Sometimes I would
sit quietly, doing nothing, and
looking at the hanging―
earlobes of Buddha.
Cannot hone my thoughts,
how to stop the violence.
The Sunday moon―
cracks open like a cotton flower.
The vandals,
I am done with. The headstones
separate the faiths. It was
a punishment.
O bronzed man, don't
hide the gold.
Satish Verma, 26 december 2021
The Land Pulls
Dying was not worth
living. Your journey
starts for unknown.
Why were you fixated to
watch the small men―
milk the moon?
It was very expensive to
buy a decent death.
Religion makes it dirty.
Do you remember the myth
of Sisyphus? I love to
carry my rock without a face.
Not quality of life. It
was a matter of degrees
when you feel liberated.
Satish Verma, 25 december 2021
The Land Pulls
Dying was not worth
living. Your journey
starts for unknown.
Why were you fixated to
watch the small men―
milk the moon?
It was very expensive to
buy a decent death.
Religion makes it dirty.
Do you remember the myth
of Sisyphus? I love to
carry my rock without a face.
Not quality of life. It
was a matter of degrees
when you feel liberated.
Satish Verma, 23 december 2021
Little Gods
Do you know the
truth of lies, when
something goes wrong?
You pick up the names
from private dialogues,
to hurt yourself.
Increasingly on edge,
You release the―
doves, to reach the affiliates.
To buy some time
for a debate, I put
off all the lamps.
Why the amnesia,
becomes a blessing in
celebrating the mass beheadings?
RENATA, 21 december 2021
droga do przodu gna a życie w poprzek
mąż dobrze zarabia
w rozjazdach
żona rozpierdala jak tylko da się
ciężko zarobioną kasę
a niech ma w końcu piękna
te masaże SPA solarium
mąż myśli piękno zamknięte w akwarium
jak recydywa gdzieś się wyrywa
bo ona i jej chuć szalona
szuka kutasów do romansów
bo przecież tych strojnych ubiorów
jej osoba nie zabierze do grobu
szaleje jej telefon i laptop
faceci do łóżka jej włażą
bo gorąca jest ta trzydziestka
a mąż choć przystojny rzadko tu mieszka
aż raz przyjechał wcześniej niż przystało
otwiera drzwi a tam szum nagich ciał oj się działo
żona w płacz i przeprasza mąż zawzięty nie wybacza
rogi mu urosły aż stąd do Berlina
nie chce jej rozwodem rzecz ucina
Latest comments:
12 october 2024
jeśli tylko
tyle się o niej mówi, a dziwi, że przyszła..
12 october 2024
Nie da się ich hodować na balkonie :)
12 october 2024
takie mam blado liliowe, chłodne. Ale kwitną
12 october 2024
tak proste a plastyczne :)
12 october 2024
jest klimat :)
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:)
10 october 2024
Jaga
Zawsze znienacka jesień życia...
10 october 2024
Groch przez wieki był rzucany/ dzisiaj ściana
10 october 2024
Georginie jesienne :)
12 october 2024
wiesiek
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