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Satish Verma, 30 december 2013

SHAMEFUL

Like an alligator tending her eggs
on tongue, death moves the life
on strength of charisma, overreaches

for requiem and then distributes the raw
moments in subterfuge, we play the game
to cheat each other without shame.

A red carpet is laid on white floor
of the wax house, making gold from
sun rays. The moon bleeds internally.

The rivals come face to face walking
on the ashes of ancestors, ungrieving for the
loss of sperms. Fertility will come in petri dishes

without the name of father. I am here,
obody, ready to unanswer any question.
My stains are becoming darker every day.

Satish Verma

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Amin Rastar, 29 december 2013

To Her, Restin in My Dream..

Fill my empty cup with thine purple lip,
The taste likes me, it sets in me fire.
Let me now, let me now thy garments rip,
Beneath, thou hast more for me t'aspire!

Attack me! With spears in thine eie,
Attack me, with thy "Force" of desire;
Lead this "War" and retreat not! Be not shy!
Wound and kill and put this bed on fire!

What will become of a child early-weaned?
Wean him not, it's too early, he sure dies;
Feed me still of those well-shaped soft pies:
Those mountains which were with milk washt and cleaned;

Prithee, sink me in vastness of thine arms,
The taste likes me, if from thee come those harms..

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Amin Rastar, 29 december 2013

Nill forget..

Though we parted, and chose our way
Though will not come the joining day
I still can't bear thy tears,
I will not forget thy love, nay!

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Amin Rastar, 29 december 2013

To Her, My Beloved..

Shall I compare her to Rose and Lilly?
Nay, She is far purer and more fair,
Ye who call this intricate love silly
Know I about ye envious not care.

She is fairer then sun, whiter then moon,
Dark as night be those eies that this deny!
What will remain of me but ashes soon
As when I look into her blazing eye..

His indifference is thy woe, mine is thine,
But this will inhibit my heart no more;
I know neither no "either", nor no "or",
Thou hast to be at last and at best mine!

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Amin Rastar, 29 december 2013

She only smiles and then parts...

"Prithee it fits that thou stay".
But she says "It is my due way;
I shall go, I am to find love,
The 'who' that my heart he may move".
Is it due that thou me depart?
That thou break this lover's heart?
To tear thy lover's heart with darts?
She only smiles and then parts...

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Amin Rastar, 29 december 2013

If I cannot utter that "I love thee.."

If I cannot utter that "I love thee",
Thinkst not 'tis for that my heart is cold,
What would the use of a love in words be,
When Love that's true cannot e'er be told?

Love that I cannot to her e'er say,
Love that my sorrowful heart doth host now,
Such a Love that I will ne'er betray,
Such a Love that she cannot e'er know.

Love that I cannot say and can't be heard,
Love, composed of "Thou dost not" but "I do";
Love that is more than merely a word,
Hard as rock, and this since ever I knew.

When looking at me laughing, others say:
"Can a man who is deep in love be so?"
To these I shall respond: I day by day,
Read "Love" as the story of my woe!

'Tis not easy for a man to smile,
While he knowth that his woe hath no ending,
When day by by he, himself doth beguile,
And this guile inwardly his heart rending.

How well said Byron in his song for love,
His sweet words what I list to say doth prove:

"My wounded soul, my bleeding breast,
Can patience preach thee into rest?
Alas! too late, I dearly know
That joy is harbinger of woe."

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Satish Verma, 29 december 2013

TRADING DESIRES

Wrapped in explosives he was unready
for a bruise. A dive at a mound of torso
to unearth the archives of areolae.

Apnoea will come for arbitration
in clenched insinuation:
pull nipples to open the window of mind.

On the forehead a smear of vermilion
brings glare like a third eye.
Real fish in the green pond of envy.

Desiccation of spine excites the rhetoric
blurs the sea of swans. A lone tree
explodes into a spring, not just leaves of old flame.

Silver moon recognizes the battered hill.
A white wolf was cruising on the road
for appleblossoms.

Satish Verma

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Greg, 28 december 2013

HappyHappy Sadness

Sometimes
The birds explode
Erode the soul in its whole

Fall

Try to keep me down
Fuck the sky inside out
Rhyme you too a banyan tree

Catch me Bitch

Running through the lily fields
With dreams that feel twice as real
As a severed head painted black

Stop

Forget what I said
Let it in your head
Out of the hole on the other side

Oblige

Oblige

Keep me in your heart
Tear the little shits apart
When you are the grayest
Cloud on a bright summers day

Win
Win the prize
Win
Win the prize
Win
Win the prize

I'm just fuckin' around

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Satish Verma, 28 december 2013

DIARY

He went under pile of words
to tie the thread of understanding
but was stoned to death.

They put the piglets in liquid nitrogen
for future generations to study.
The point of departure had come.

Navel-gazing was the best pastime
for the commander whose sepoys
were fighting the battle for freedom.

I have to say something which I need not
say. The fight is gone from the bleeders.
World was moving towards the poles.

We should talk about looking, not only
owning up our blunders. The import of
saying No has been cooked under the small Yes.

Satish Verma

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Gert Strydom, 27 december 2013

Far too much I do miss you

Far too much I miss you and far too much
is the longing
as if my whole life and everything
do depend upon you.
How I am and what I can become
looses importance
when you are away and loneliness does come
and with your love I am still astounded.

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SHAMEFUL

To Her, Restin in My Dream..

Nill forget..

To Her, My Beloved..

She only smiles and then parts...

If I cannot utter that "I love thee.."

TRADING DESIRES

HappyHappy Sadness

DIARY

Far too much I do miss you

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