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Satish Verma, 1 october 2019
Testimony
A wax house you were
gifted to live in sun.
No comments. As if the chess
game now starts. You do not know
how to move a checkmate
Always a looser. You do not
want to win this game― of
betting the cemetery― where your
ancestors were buried. No―
body has come to claim the remains.
Unkissed, the seeds will wait
to become antiqued, till a
historian finds a shovel. A
state of mind, you were very poor.
I will not cry for the fall's colors.
Satish Verma, 30 september 2019
Moon Burning
I become again a fakir,
but not on alms.
A giver wants nothing
after a knife thrust.
Take away as many as
you can, my thoughts, my limbs.
There is no language
of charity, in the black hole.
You are the one, who
does not need any ladder.
Sitting on the beach, watching
the waves collapsing.
One day you will move
away from the walkway.
Satish Verma, 29 september 2019
Proclaming
After land slips it was
most surreal scene. Cadaveric
donations had started.
The author of death would
ask for a showdown. Blood
for blood and bone for bone.
The loneliness erupts again
like a volcano. The new moon
will weep for outdoors.
A mermaid breaks the
rules. Starts wearing the
makeup and becomes robed.
Fishing in aquarium was
prohibited. An absurd
proposition of the glass.
Satish Verma, 28 september 2019
A Patty Thing
The primal urge to undo―
your hair. I am going
crazy.
It ends at beginning.
A rite of passage to nakedness
of soul, when you have
nothing to hide.
The master cell, has flipped
over, after you squeezed
its belly. The tasteless sphagnum
was out.
The hunger stands at your door.
Wants the bread of pride.
Will you stop the clock
and go for timeless?
I had lighted the incense
sticks. One for you and
one for God.
Satish Verma, 27 september 2019
Vast And Near
To shut the methane,
you sent―
the barbs. The brutal
assault against the thimbles.
I will not send the
edict for withdrawl.
Even the river
was thirsty.
The freaks were
jumping on the fence.
An interrupted moon
was wary of them.
I will draw a
sand painting to heal
the man on the
beach.
The air smells
like an egg. As you
run, the mist
fills your eyes.
Satish Verma, 26 september 2019
Disconnection
Move on. O city, you
were not worth of
living any more,
sleeping on your tusks.
I will not assume
any other new name―
when the hurricane
finally arrives.
It will not go. You
can keep scratching
for whole life.
Your psoriatic scalp.
The attempt to
commit suicide was
worthless. Nobody
will write a note.
I will not invite
the white moon to―
break the fast,
after the bloodbath.
George Krokos, 25 september 2019
Simple Observation 146 - After a new thing is acquired........
After a new thing is acquired and repeatedly seen
it will almost seem then as if it has always been.
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George Krokos, 25 september 2019
Quatrain 151 - Do not tarry too long by the wayside.....
Do not tarry too long by the wayside on the road home that you have taken;
get up, move forward, look ahead to the horizon and with the sunrise waken.
If you've got yourself caught in a rut get out as soon as there is an opening,
because this world is a vast place with many paths and doorways beckoning.
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George Krokos, 25 september 2019
Never Lose The Laughter in Your Eyes
You should never let anyone take away the laughter in your eyes
when they look into them and see the inner blessing is still there;
as they've recognised it being lost in themselves and try to disguise.
For if it is still with you, then you are very blessed indeed
and the other person will only try to steal that very thing
which has been missing from their life out of jealous greed.
It could be anybody you may know or will sometimes meet
in your wanderings, no matter who they appear to be like,
because they have squandered theirs and are now out to cheat.
That person will try just about anything to steal your inner mirth
in a deceitful or unsuspecting way; so you'll have to take care,
as it's rightfully yours and perhaps have even regained since birth.
The laughter in one's eyes is the connection with the bliss and light of the soul
which is inherent in all human beings no matter how cold they seem to be
but can be lost when one acts against their own conscience and neglect its role.
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George Krokos, 25 september 2019
A Long Lost Love
I fell in love and lost my heart
and that was why it tore apart.
The love given wasn't returned
by the one for whom it had yearned.
It all seemed so sad at the time
I often thought it was a crime.
But then I could be so naive
early in life's path to believe.
Nature's hand had dealt me a blow
and recovery was very slow.
Everyone I asked was futile
in answering to make me smile.
I sought for love in wrong places
and all I got was strange faces;
looking back at me with contempt
'cause in their heart love was exempt.
Rejection is a dreadful thing
and everyone has felt its sting.
A love you may feel for someone
is best experienced as fun.
Never force love on another
even if they're a real brother
You'll just draw them further away
and who knows what else is at play.
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Latest comments:
15 november 2025
ajw
Dziękuję :) Uwielbiam robić zdjęcia.
15 november 2025
A nie, bo Minorka, tyle, ze pochmurny dzień
15 november 2025
Myśle, ze dużo takich kobiet.
15 november 2025
Albo zwykła kłótnia która zraniła.
15 november 2025
Dziękuję :)
15 november 2025
I to głośniej.
15 november 2025
Mogę Ci narysować ;))
15 november 2025
Jaga
Bez wojny tym, co dzielą/ kruszmy regresu skorupę/
15 november 2025
Cóż ty kocie, tak jesienią?/ gdy ja we łzach
15 november 2025
smokjerzy
koty, jesienie i my - wszyscy odchodzimy...:)
15 november 2025
to mi się rzadko zdarza, taka zbieżność tytułu
15 november 2025
uparcie i skrycie och życie, kocham cię, kocham
15 november 2025
wiesiek
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