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Satish Verma, 31 july 2024
Pink Bruises
When you lit
the candle. I become stranger
to me. Time stops.
In short sojourn
the mystery deepens. Sometime
I don't understand you.
A private message
comes and goes. A wall rises
between truth and lies.
I want you, but
cannot touch the sea salt.
A ghost walks with us.
Blue marks appear.
Did you try to squeeze my arm?
Memories hurt like arrows.
Satish Verma, 30 july 2024
Waning Moon
Civility brings
emptiness. Where do I
fall back? Your eyes will haunt?
Ground zero. Are
you coming to surrender?
To save humanity?
Shell-shocked. Sometimes
you read your palms. What
would I write on wall?
Ingrained our
initials on the pine trunk
to stay till the cones fall?
What do you think?
We will stay together, when
hurricane strikes?
Satish Verma, 29 july 2024
Waning Moon
Civility brings
emptiness. Where do I
fall back? Your eyes will haunt?
Ground zero. Are
you coming to surrender?
To save humanity?
Shell-shocked. Sometimes
you read your palms. What
would I write on wall?
Ingrained our
initials on the pine trunk
to stay till the cones fall?
What do you think?
We will stay together, when
hurricane strikes?
Satish Verma, 28 july 2024
Sea Will Drag Me
You pretend― there
was no god. I want to
see your eyes color.
Like lovers, two stars
collide in midnight dark.
Miranda was the lead.
What was the politics
of legs. They always take
you to salt lakes.
No self-loathing,
watering, the leaves. Roses
will not shed the thorns.
My vision will
see through your mask. You
are going to jump on flame.
Satish Verma, 27 july 2024
There Was Ample Pain
A judge sits on
stone to dismantle the
sky made of hollow men.
Knower becomes unknower.
Lies will not win. Truth
was calling.
Your eagerness was
supreme. Cults are masters
of opportunities.
Contradictions will
stay. I will follow no one.
The message will reach.
Nobility was gang raped.
Road of the day was lost.
You float in thoughts.
Satish Verma, 25 july 2024
If You Are A Human Being
When you predict
your end, I sell myself
to die on cross.
The trick to rise
from dust shows the strength
to make immortal―
Your name. why
do you like the game of power.
I will not play poker.
Many unanswered
questions still remain live
between lies and death of gods.
You will come back
to me one day for rebirthing
the old alchemy of love.
Satish Verma, 24 july 2024
Equality
You were not normal.
Relentlessly you were trying
to kiss the flame.
Agni, goddess of fire
still invites. When nightingale
comes, you undo earthly pain.
To recover the lost
poem, black rose still haunts.
A jewel twirls in your brown eyes.
Erotica? No beyond
that. A desire sits on the lips of
bee-sting, the words wait.
Sylvia Plath, where
are you. I have still not
understood you. The Venus cries.
Satish Verma, 23 july 2024
Sun Was Cooling
It was a weird
night. Recreating revenge by
throwing rocks on daisies.
You bring mummified
daffodils for the queen
to stop the resuscitation.
There was so much
noise between the full stops.
Words forgot to say prayer.
When you wear the face
of animals and insects,
death becomes a religion.
How many dreams
you had under the lids to
entice the wandering poet?
Satish Verma, 22 july 2024
Bee-Stings
Life was behaving
strangely. You said I
have the right to die in
zero gravity. Blood moon―
flaunted a big smile.
The last kiss was on fire
I burnt my poems. There
was an eternal peace.
Why one should shut
the golden treasury. No
more ruptures. Was it not
a miracle? You were chasing still me.
You hire the tongue
of others to speak truth. Your
vernacular was changing. Why your
words were dipped in honey?
Satish Verma, 21 july 2024
Lost In Thoughts
The template has
no commas. You have
taken away all my sleep.
I cannot breathe in your garden.
In remission who
wants another life? Blue
spots on my body invite
someone, to lick cobras bites.
It was sameness.
You were repeating yourself
forgetting that one day words
may lose the prowerss.
The art of dying
was very weird. You wanted
to defeat yourself. Eager
to know who were you.
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4 november 2025
Yaro
dojdziemy
4 november 2025
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Jeśli dobry, to dzień cały/ dobry świt,
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Belamonte/Senograsta
oby się udało dojśc każdemu
3 november 2025
sam53
dzień dobry i dobranoc! nie patrzę na zegarek...
3 november 2025
dzisiaj też jest łuna, tylko nasze płuca już
3 november 2025
toż to słowa pełne słów :-)
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Stokrotki dwie :)
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czcij zwycięstwa pamiętaj o klęskach :)
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Czy klęska nie rodzi się w chwili poczucia
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Miło mi, że się spodobał. Królestwo w zasięgu
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Kiedyś to była bajkowa łuna nad cmentarzem..
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Fajny dystansik do spraw ostatecznych ;)
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