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Satish Verma, 4 december 2023

Were It You?

I wanted to talk
in between words. The sage
has lost aroma.

Of unknown gifts.
Kitchen would answer for
all the bonfires.

Conceive the truth
of mirror. I will reflect
in your opal eyes.

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Satish Verma, 3 december 2023

Changing Name

I don't seek the
renunciation. It were
you to turn divine.

What you would not
tell my tale of abdication
in pain of the birth?

You are shrinking
at blanks between tears.
Only the steps bleed.

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steve, 2 december 2023

"Do You Think You Can Save Me"

How do you know, of the pain in my soul...
Were you there when I cried for you?
You've never been there to show me you care,
But you say you love me too,
"Do you think you can save me", from what I've become,
Do you despise what you see?
Is the truth hard to hear, do you live with the fear,
That you've become just like me,
And though I've been told, my heart can be cold,
I only know what I see,
That life can be cruel, and I'm just a fool,
for believing that you could love me.

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Anuraag Sharma, 2 december 2023

PAPA IN O.T.

There is a there
where you are;
here is a here when
let me go then
I and I...
Unlashed slits unlatched
grow hands, finger-tips
to sense your presence
propinquitious.
Little bowris* on sides both
grow legs stepping down to the doormat
some footsteps shuffle and ripple
watery silence of the corridors.
The back of my palms
perforated with needled eyes
with doctor’s tape apertured
pain looks through and beyond.
A bottle of glucose
oozes in liquid hope
to metamorphose a here’s when
to a there’s then.
Then, green aprons flutter,
come to collect a withered leaf
to graft in the purgatory
(they call it OT).
Where are you, my acorn?
A condensed drop of flight is
flushed into at the bottom of my spine —
the mint-mermaid singing

on the shores of the unknown and dancing
all wheres and whens away...

* A word from local dialect, meaning ‘little ponds’.

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Satish Verma, 2 december 2023

Multicast

In love with me.
To be with you. Eyesight
gets dim in twilight.

One day you had
moved away unsettling
the planets and stars.

Listen, we human
beings, come near each
other, then god fails.

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Satish Verma, 1 december 2023

No Regrets

Looking at the
moon will hurt you bitter―
sweet one day.

At night. Tinged with
pink ache in eyes of the
collapsed soul.

Don't pursue flesh,
of the had been goddess
to avenge me.

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Satish Verma, 30 november 2023

Changing Syntax

No apology for what
I would not say. You were
not my listener.

The heat sucks the
sweetness of moon in sky
before quietness.

Let's meet again
in dusk of life to correct
meaning of love.

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Satish Verma, 29 november 2023

Incognito

Agni was weird
slayer. You can vouch
for it, eyes shut.

In the starless night,
moon was arrested once
for trespassing palms.

The nest receives
the feathers of lost birds,
left for foreign seas.

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Satish Verma, 28 november 2023

Bruised Knees

You gave me the
ageless pain of drifter.
The gale won't stop.

Can there be second
coming, I ask you before
burning your name?

If love was blind,
why did the wise time stop
to welcome you?

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steve, 27 november 2023

"Can't Let Go"

I never ment to fall in love, the risk was way too high...
But it's too late now for turning back, I can't say goodbye,
I just wanted to have some fun, I tried to keep my head...
But I lost my focus on danger, and lost my heart instead,
Blinded by your beauty, and pulled into the dance...
Swept away by brown eyes, I never stood a chance,
I'm not sure what I was thinking, did I think I had control?
I thought that I was hanging on, now I "can't let go",
I know I'm going to feel the pain, when I finally hit the ground...
That's the price my heart must pay, for being left unbound,
I'd love a happy ending , but that's not the way it goes...
There's no such thing as fairy tales, ask anyone who knows.

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Were It You?

Changing Name

"Do You Think You Can Save Me"

PAPA IN O.T.

Multicast

No Regrets

Changing Syntax

Incognito

Bruised Knees

"Can't Let Go"

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