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Satish Verma, 3 december 2022
Beginning From End
Not accepting death,
eyes search in dark, the meaning
of the salvation from―
*
coming and going.
What were your thoughts when it
rained in lightning?
*
Would you climb again
to prayers that were soundless
and wordless in eyes?
Satish Verma, 2 december 2022
Three Abstracts
Vision impaired.
The fear crawls in your poems―
for lynx-eyed words.
*
Hounded light wears
a mask to rip off the thespian.
Time was my collateral.
*
Who was the reddest in―
rose, blaze and ruby? Will you
pick the color for me?
Satish Verma, 1 december 2022
Sides Of The Truth
How would you talk to―
your unborn child, when lynching
mobs were waiting?
*
The insider was pure.
Still unknown to blood moon.
That was my other flesh.
*
Swallow all the darkness
of crying earth, I impel your
nails to scratch the sun.
Satish Verma, 30 november 2022
Marvelous Stings
Retrieve the ancient
mantra to invoke wandering
spirit of Agni.
*
Let the time burn
in crucible of fair pain to
test nugget's glitter.
*
Still virgin's book was
untouched― unopened
to redeem the words!
Satish Verma, 29 november 2022
Baby's Steps
If there was nothing
to chance at, we will not quit.
I won't see your hands.
*
Pulverized faith
seeks a new name to survive.
Prophets are dead.
*
Would you bow down
to collect the dust falling from
tresses of goddess?
Satish Verma, 28 november 2022
Relics Of Words
An ailing sun.
I grieve for a lost song
unheard in rains.
*
The kneaded flesh
of a weeping star pulsates
on the split grains.
*
Let the mother resolve,
who was the immortal son
of the bruised earth.
Satish Verma, 27 november 2022
Blade Of Temper
That appears my last
race, though sun refuses to set.
Ablaze steals the moment.
*
It comes apart;
the surrogacy of imperfect―
seeds of love and hate.
*
Dry leaves of a tree
will not carry the message of
a beautiful lake.
Satish Verma, 25 november 2022
Flawed Moments
Listen to wind in
dark. I was hurting myself
not to kiss black rose.
*
There was blood under
the eyes for writing unknown
truths about a fall.
*
Time was not for myths.
The traveler resumes journey
to meet failed god!
Satish Verma, 24 november 2022
Exiting Self
The glass eye looks
at moon, caves in moonlight,
to hurl the flames.
*
Bright pink will have
collision effect on you
to lose me at dawn.
*
No grass, no palms in
path of self-immolation,
when sun was cooling.
Satish Verma, 22 november 2022
Many Injuries
Your eyes return
to haunt me like falling
vultures. I am burning
like Vega.
You had shot down
the wrong prophecy. My
candle burns whole night to search
the lost ring.
Blame of tears
was fading. Larkspurs would
miss the delphiniums. Deception
attracts the crowd. Colors blend.
Concealing the wall
yellow lilies try to bluff me
from underground. Spring was
still afar.
The second existence
was not possible. Trying to
go again for a trial.
Latest comments:
13 may 2025
wolnyduch
Sorry miało być za wyjaśnienie, nie o wyjaśnienie.
13 may 2025
Witaj Bel Nigdy nie byłam na przytoczonych przez
13 may 2025
Życiowo... Skoro Ona tam była, to i pustkowia
13 may 2025
Eva T.
Cieszy, ze tu bywasz. Pozdrawiam, Jeslinko :)
13 may 2025
:)
13 may 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
Ojej. Doczytałem do połowy, sory. Ale trolle,
12 may 2025
Msz, każdy poeta jest inny, poza tym każdy
12 may 2025
To prawda, jest jeden wybór, albo będzie Polska, albo
12 may 2025
jeśli tylko
Albo machnąć ręką.... pamięcią..
12 may 2025
Yaro
Smutne lecz prawdziwe. w nas jest siła , która
12 may 2025
sorry, bo w zdaniu o renowacji mieszkań nie
12 may 2025
aha, wszystko sie kłebi w pamieci, wszystko
13 may 2025
marka
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wiesiek
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Eva T.
12 may 2025
wiesiek
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wiesiek
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