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Satish Verma, 18 september 2021
The Eagle Swoops
Why ending your life,
on death bar,
close to terror―
of life? This is how
your dreams come true―
to play with inevitable ?
You had nothing to bleed.
One million times you
kiss on the lips of wounds.
We're all insane, chasing
the muse in dark. Earth
weeps in turn.
The walls are coming
up. What does the time tell
about the age of many tombs?
Satish Verma, 16 september 2021
Entering Sanctum Sanctorum
A sacred lotus emerges
from the navel, while you rest
on trembling waves. I am shedding
my leaves.
The knotty hole. Center
of the earth. A shell
breaks inaudibly in the churning pot.
The pledged promise was
deep. Pole's red aurorae stream
in new birth.
Was it necessary to take
an oath under the bo tree―
to become a sacred Buddha?
It sucks. Fake or genuine?
I am searching the faces of whites,
browns and blacks. Who
wants to be buried in a nameless
grave of a soldier?
Satish Verma, 14 september 2021
In Upheaval...
This was the rise of animal
after dividing
the pain of man.
The shared past―
would guide the misreading,
calling bloodbath a mistake.
Balancing the pole, walking
on long rope, in sheer
darkness of moonless night.
The words fall on your
feet, begging the exoneration
from name-calling.
Square meals and two lipped
lavenders, will bring the aroma
to wipe out nonexistence.
Satish Verma, 13 september 2021
Without Fetters
He was not at guilt,
it was the neuro―
hormones, hired from moon.
You were burning
inside, smokeless
without flames.
I throw the net―
in lake to catch,
the moon for once.
The day was ready
to close the eyes―
to practice philanthropy.
Satish Verma, 12 september 2021
Repeating Again
Not a single word was
written today, watching
the masks being perfected.
A nosedive, of what
I built without mercury,
without threads.
Sitting on a black
stone, wishing moon a
mist bath of absolute.
It again aches, my
roving heart, trying to
knit the harmony in black and white.
Satish Verma, 11 september 2021
Behind The Glass
I will write a very
soft poem for you today.
Moon had promised
to standby.
You cannot stay outside
your lips. They were frozen.
I will trap a ray of light
when you fall in a pit.
Such aplomb. I must
give you a gift of an Ariel.
Come equinox, I will wait
for the harvest moon.
The pure hymns. I
turn my gold ring for a miracle.
The scars were singing again.
Out of reach, a star winks.
Satish Verma, 10 september 2021
Not Ready To Forget
Very scary, I admit―
your vintage―
lovemaking with
a ghost.
Life in a crate was
creating nonpoems.
Water on the ice moon
was never there.
Unmasked you shoot a
songbird in flight.
The soft music went into
the barrel of the gun.
Come and meet my other
self. My penchant for talking
to flowers has made
me a martyr.
Satish Verma, 9 september 2021
He Did Not Return
It was not a jubilee,
but I had come to pay my debt.
Stepping gingerly in your
father's study, you open the almirah.
No I am not afraid.
I have come to visit my father.
The hurt has not destroyed me completely.
Days were numbed like by vespa stings― with
burning, swelling and soreness.
I slide the clothes. In
deeper layer a plastic pack appears. on the
bed of dried rose petals,
sits a singed, brown vertebra―
collected after his funeral.
My talisman. I touch it.
Turn around―
don't look back
and walk away.
Satish Verma, 8 september 2021
Coming Near You
Like a walking fern, you were.
I was talking to you. Why
would you nose down to touch
my landscape and fall into my arms?
To protect you, I was
making a massive wall― encouraging
the revivalism. Predator
drones were intending to follow you.
The dirt― it will not
stain your innocence. Don't
stand on the ledge. Faceless
winds can topple you at night.
We are beasts, with no space
in between. Like sardines you
are packed without names. The
sea has dried up. How far
was the sun?
Satish Verma, 7 september 2021
Violent Shaking
Colored truth,
becomes a hot balloon
in denial mode.
For your own―
relevance, negativity will
not accept the defeat.
Between the stars,
anger erupts―
to reorient the gaffe.
Outrage and despair
are writ large
on the face of non-white moon.
Latest comments:
25 may 2025
violetta
Soczyste, piękne.
25 may 2025
Być może:) luźne sobie leżenie w różnych
25 may 2025
sam53
noga za nogę w bikini? i jeszcze pośladki ku
24 may 2025
Cudo
24 may 2025
jeśli tylko
Dzięki za komentarz :))
24 may 2025
Aha.. witaj Belamonte..
24 may 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
ano, ale lepsza kamerka, a potem poprawka w realu,
24 may 2025
piękne, ale jest się tym wszystkim, było się
24 may 2025
mam to w pracy na co dzień, praca to życie,
24 may 2025
kiedyż będzie ciepło znów
24 may 2025
komentarz Graina tak dobry że tylko powiedzieć
23 may 2025
Marian Banaszak
zdjęcie super bo i to pogodne niebo dało dużo
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