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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 july 2024

Pure Like Flames

Time knocks you
down O love. Why are you
always in my thoughts?

Death and life were
two sides of the coin, in
attendance of king.

No one was a slave.
I walk on my footpath
to reach my truth.

Is it the end of
the tale, as a prelude to
unchanging tragedy?

Irreparable was
the loss of virtue. I will never
be rich of new words.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 july 2024

Unseeking

It was darkest
night, when truth died.
Who will move the first step?

Rocks were older
than man. Don't throw the stones
on real roses. They bleed.

Ghosts were collecting
the black bones of peers.
They had long arms.

Don't ape my suffering.
I am always hurt on small
things. Weather is changing.

The contrast is deep.
Wash your hands before touching
the goddess. She smiles in sleep.

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Hanna Mazankiewicz

Hanna Mazankiewicz, 8 july 2024

Far too long (eng)

you’ve been holding your breath
far too long
awaiting for currents to shift
trying to spot
one ray of light
which could
illuminate your path

you’ve been waiting
for far too long
trying to see
outside the frames
the promise
of something worthy
of constant fight

you’ve been trying
far too hard
to cut through the curtain
which blocked the sun
looking for safe route
an easy crossing

I believe you’re done
not willing to walk any further
maybe it’s time
you ease your breath
stop at one place
and just disappear
into the morning dew

October 6th, 2023 20:57 - October 19th, 2023 21:25

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 july 2024

Reapers Are Here

God was right.
A wispy sin was must
in ethics of love.

The silent thoughts
revolt against the underlines.
From black to red.

Star-gazing was
on increase. Mannequins come
down for handshakes.

So far and so near.
How do I touch you O invisible.
An immortal was dying.

Beehive hides the
queen from the sun. Moon
shiners want to drop shutters.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 july 2024

God It Kills

Get to take call,
I will follow myself― and
open the old wound.

Of conscience.
The veins of leaves will knit
the face of a brute.

Ready to violate
November. The dilemma in
waves of lake rises.

How to pick cotton
flowers to celebrate snowfall.
We have reached moon.

Is that you, I
ask my poem, can you maintain
the purity of dawn?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 july 2024

Body Was Temple

I was so shattered.
What was your truth in
saving human fall?

It was all fake.
Few minutes before death,
a sample of god speaks.

You bury your dreams,
saying mantras to appease
the godforsaken land.

First I used to fight
with my father and now I am
fighting with my son.

Values are changing
I cannot jump out of boat.
It is sinking, sinking.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 july 2024

Divine Losses

I am defeated
by myself. My weaponless
democracy has failed.

By your own dignity
you carry a burning coal
in your hand to teach posterity.

A voiceless assault
of neoreligion spikes the truth
of armless lies.

Mountains want to
move. We have lost our
script of wordless commentry.

I say take away
my dead gods. Robots will
sit in temples of no gods.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 july 2024

Winter Tales

Blood suckers were
always bound by veins. Man
becomes very small.

Spitting venom was
a style. You walk precariously
on strings to hide hunger.

Don't look at the
moon. Life will treat you very badly.
Give me shovel to unearth god.

You cannot erase
the name of an angel forgetting
to resuscitate his lover.

What was the thrill
of burning witch hazels when
blood was still flowing?

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Adam Pietras (Barry Kant)

Adam Pietras (Barry Kant), 3 july 2024

The Coldest Beauty

Some say we are rather in Heaven
And only the song reminds that it is endless
Then it looks like to live is to tempt
It is a letter or a book somehow

For someone it reminds of a wound
Not by the matter of disdain towards what there is
For it is just fallen and hurt
There is a wound inside the existence itself

For someone it reminds of the worlds seen
As they travel the more they tempt
As they get crazy they wish to live so long
Just to intensify the longing

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 july 2024

Green And Red

So much to think
of infidelity at the edge of
yesteryear living in a broken home.

All my poetry comes
out to recite elegy for the unspoken
tragedy. It was tumultuous..

Skeletons start working.
Was it dysmorphia? To revive the
narcissism? I drop the blood.

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