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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 may 2021

This Summer

The candle burns
your thumb.Night will
not contain the light.

How you will write
the beginning of a tragic tale,
when you don't know the end?

Your voice was buried
in the soundscape of howling winds.
No star was ready to lift the veil.
The shadows of unseen are legthening.
I cross your boundaries
to know my destiny.

The woods are smouldering
without sparks..My fingers are
singed and feet blackened.The unknown path
will receive your footprints
and you would start seeing
in the rage of night.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 may 2021

The Wasted Charm

Another―
frozen relationship
between man and beast,
you want to thaw.

The god,
had become uglier
after throwing you―
in pit. Disbelief debates―

why to find the logic?
I wanted to become a period―
after commas and parentheses.
Who was great?

Nobody comes forward―
when you are beheaded amidst
the crowd, which goes into the
applause of life time.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 may 2021

Just Meandering

In search of―
lotus flower,
you go in water.

*

The frog croaks,
sitting on
bowl-leaf.

*

A lily with
dark pink flowers
for Buddha.

*

For a lotus―
eater, nothing else
was important.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 may 2021

Hidden Paths

Autumn sets
deeper, after equinox. The
homesick moon comes close.

*

Was there any hope
beyond the darkness?
My hands are very dirty.

*
What was the maniac
pain of the sea?
No boat wants to sink.

*

Soundless was your
enemy in bush.
Why were you lamenting?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 may 2021

The Great Leap

Playing a foghorn
for self-esteem,
is an ego trip.

The white tiger
mauls a cow,
beyond the audio.

You are shrinking―
now at the hands of
unqualified arms.

No need of any
funeral finale. The bones
are as white as the moon.

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RENATA

RENATA, 8 may 2021

przed bitwą

a oni wyją i wyją
z łuków mają ręce
cięciwy w palcach
groty mają w głowach

strach chwyta za gardło
aż oczy nie chcą patrzeć
usta chcą krzyczeć mocno tak
ogień z nieba pluje na świat

na rzekę na łąkę
na lasy pod strzechy
wir wir już zalewa
topi zdyszane strachem myszy

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RENATA

RENATA, 8 may 2021

spragniona kobieta szuka faceta

on czyta te same książki
on kocha rośliny i kupuje kwiaty
opiekuje się mamą jest taki męski
i mówi zawsze dzień dobry sąsiadkom

głową muru nie przebijesz
choć bardzo chcesz na chama wręcz
poznać pana by spełniał marzenia
był lekiem na całe zło i chęć na sex

seksapil ja mam i w pełni kobiece usta
uda się kocham muzykę która wywołuje
śmiech delikatna wonna i dojrzała
tak eksponują swoje walory poznaje
siebie ciebie poszukuje co będzie wezmę

*******

nie chce starą panną być pilnować cnoty
pojawił się on nabrałam ochoty
taki naturalny przystojny i szczery
czas leci opatrzyły się ręce poszły w las maniery

hej niestety faceta mam i problem mam
miał być ratunkiem a to jest cham
tak mnie ciągnęło do jego ramion
teraz chętnie uciekłabym stamtąd

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Paweł Szkołut

Paweł Szkołut, 8 may 2021

The Eroticism of Flowers I

Peering into the interior of the tulip's cup
is engaging in an intimate act -
insects arrive and drink up the nectar
pollen from the stamens
are falling upon the petals' crown
and the ovary post

peering into the interior of the flower
is enacting an intimate scene -
like looking deep into your eyes
like a penetration of your soul
to get to its bottom

and there is
the spring

2008

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 may 2021

Eternal Verities

Let there be dark
in your life.
One day, you will
be able to see the light.

Wind would sleep in the
earthen lamp during day.
Come evening―
tears will light the wick.

Hordes of moth have
resumed their sorties. Any
cruise of moon was
impossible.

Not acceptable was hiring the womb
for manipulating the race. An
eagle dance, brings out the
savagery of man.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 may 2021

Many Blues

Night begins
the self-discovery
with green and cream pills.

A binary existence
you would love to
break the myth.

The wind in the sails,
you are going―
nowhere in darkness.

All colors of―
midnight moon,
were for you.

Time will meet―
you in different masks,
to find the truth.

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