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Satish Verma, 15 march 2023

Trekking

In blue dawn
pure truth will hinge on the
personal moons.

I was ready to tell
you all rumors to learn the
art of mimicry.

The air smells of the
masks. Not fakes. Skin dries
up to dew emboss prints.

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Satish Verma, 14 march 2023

Form And Muscles

You talk of evil,
I become incendiary.
The name had power.

Unthinkable. You
fight the lurid details of
chopping off fingers.

How would you write
the opus of human slip
for seeking royalty?

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Satish Verma, 13 march 2023

Embittered

Mauled, with no
known crime. Autumn wanted
to take revenge.

God's will, not the brown
eye's dilemma, to suck the
venom of moon.

How long the struggle
will continue to understand
the color of blood?

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Satish Verma, 12 march 2023

Snow and Sparks. Methane
burns. I will scramble for the
moon in dark woods.

The desires leave
the scars in dreams. I walk in
sleep to touch you.

Where the world was
going? You dismember the
frog's limbs. No rapes.

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Satish Verma, 11 march 2023

Recreation

Like sphinx I put up
before you, three questions.
What was in a name?

A bane? Deceptive
image of a sin? Don't
give me everblooms.

You give brief
answers. I should know them. I
am setting you free.

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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

TO A FRIEND

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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Embittered

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