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Satish Verma, 11 november 2020
Victory March
The living dead are going to
ask for the right to be
forgotten in gender dysphoria.
In grimed apparel,
the deities were deported back
to the barn, for housing the antiques.
The future turns blue,
moon-eyed, hooking up the
hopes of running heels.
Is that true that there
will be mass suicide after
the fall of the fort?
The fat lanterns now
don't throw the light. Incense
of burning flesh floats.
Satish Verma, 10 november 2020
The Ephemerality
It was punctuated night.
You sleep into wakefulness.
The space between the shut-eyes
trembles, when you start sweating.
The infant-death of the dream,
incites the borderland. The-
flames rise in a partisan way,
to erase the memories of guilt.
You are in deep grief for the
coiled sperms, from end to end,
they were longer than the body.
Would you like to wake up a jinn?
A digital forgetfulness, you seek
to solve the enigma of life.
Satish Verma, 8 november 2020
Walking In Woods
This spectrum.
No it will not work.
I am not there in the
shade, smoke filled barn, or-
in secular morgue.
Stubble burning was
like legend of war.
How do I shut the
door of diamond moon-
in the kingdom of
weeping night?
An animal in you
will not sleep, claiming the
innocence of baby steps.
A virginal vanity.
Nobody stops you to
display the grains of salt.
Would you listen to the land,
flight of words-
passage of time?
Satish Verma, 7 november 2020
Thinking In Depth
The moment of truth has-
arrived. The earth
has moved the man. It was
accidental verdict. You know,
which cell you will be incarceated now?
My flame-singed eyes, search
the inception of integrity above board.
I am afraid of myself to
admit that societal violence
has come to stay!
Celebrating the birthday of
a self-propelled god, I go
into irreversible retreat. God
bless the wax house, fire was
raging on hills.
The blood cherries, blood on
your shirt, blood rings on your
fingers, and blood in my eyes.
steve, 6 november 2020
Burning Flame
It cuts just like a knife, every time I hear your name...
And I feel the blood just drain away, as we start to play the game,
You're never going to give me, the part of you I need...
And I'm never going to let you know, just how much I bleed,
The tears rain down inside my head, and I am washed away...
As this heart is broken once again, by things I couldn't say,
I tried to hide this "burning flame", but I got too close to you...
Now my world is burning down, and there's nothing I can do,
Even tears can't douse the flames, as I begin to burn...
And the pain that only lonely brings, is far too strong to turn,
My heart's desire in front of me... and yet a world away...
But I'd give this life to feel your love, if only for a day.
steve, 6 november 2020
She Lives
Trapped inside myself, there's no place I can hide,
No escape, no salvation, only years of tears I've cried,
You don't know what it does to me, when you come into view...
How it tears me up inside, because I'm in love with you,
Knowing you will never care, or ever touch my skin...
Or ever really get to know, the person that I am,
Trapped and all alone, bottled up for years...
She'll never have her freedom... but she can have her tears,
No one even knows... that she lives at all...
The chains that hold her down, keep her shackled to her walls,
She'll never see the light of day, she'll never be set free...
Though she loves, she'll not be loved, such is destiny.
steve, 6 november 2020
What Am I Doing?
I can't hear your tortured thoughts, or see what you've been through...
But I can feel your pain from here, through miles of missing you,
I'm sorry if I made you think, somehow I didn't care...
I never meant to bring to you, feelings of despair,
I care so much from my heart, it swells the fear in me...
I'll ask myself "What am I doing?" I clearly cannot see,
I have no right to put on you, what I think I need...
No matter how much pain I feel, no matter what I bleed,
A world away what do I have, that could ever make you see...
All I have to offer you, is all I have of me,
steve, 6 november 2020
Time
Time has kept me prisoner, with the dreams I have of you...
Keeping me awake each night, with things that I can't do,
Slowing down the hands of time, in the middle of the night...
Minutes turn to hours, as time holds back the light,
It's only in the darkest hour, that time is standing still...
When I miss you most of all, time only you could fill,
Dreams are all I have of you, as time keeps you at bey...
But even time must run it's course, as time just ticks away,
And when the time has finally passed, just maybe we'll both see...
How precious time really is, and what our time could be.
Satish Verma, 6 november 2020
The Honey-Sellers
In searing heat, on
the fern path-
a thoughtless journey begins.
You cancel the prayer
for midnight blues.
Ice was going to unload.
The skin deep spread
of levator floor acts.
You jump from a springboard
to catch a lucid dream.
Would you now walk like
an eight legged spider?
I will remain sociable.
The hands are not for sale.
I am arranging the combs
on the white sheet-
for the queens.
Satish Verma, 5 november 2020
Forced Tragedy
You loosen the grip
and let go the bank.
After throwing itself on the
burning pyre, the phoenix
has failed. It will-
not rise from the ashes.
An agonizing script
unfolds. In a visceral moment,
I was scared. Life, till natural death.
What do I do now? Words
do not help. Stop doing anything?
A void becomes a voice.
You become whole.
Living precariously, thinking
becomes a tree. The roots
will feed the heart.
A songbird reminds me.
Time to salute the dawn.
Latest comments:
12 november 2025
sam53
pytam bo w pierwszej nie ma rymu... humory-niebie?
11 november 2025
ajw
sam - nie mam pojęcia
11 november 2025
Jaga
To tylko ścinki, całość nie do ogarnięcia
11 november 2025
Z pewnością jest w tym jakaś część prawdy...
11 november 2025
Wojny są jedną wielką zarazą.
11 november 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
kupuje wszysto oprocz tej genezy, choroby, pchły
11 november 2025
spojrzały moją samotną aleją - tak bedzie
11 november 2025
co za piękne oczy spojrzały się z moją samotną
11 november 2025
skończyło się na obniżonej ocenie ze sprawowania,
11 november 2025
i zapamiętałem twarze prawie wszystkich z którymi
11 november 2025
w pewnym momencie najważniejsza :))
11 november 2025
a czy muszą być zachowane rymy krzyżowe?
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