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Satish Verma, 24 december 2020
The Hymn Of Love
Stoma
opens, ejects the scream.
Oh, my god.
The ink spilled
on the sheet, hiding the code.
The scared veins
of pure honey, wets the lips-
of gills. There is no salt.
The water explodes
bursting the dam. No spine was
worth of robbery.
Golden nuggets
are displayed now. Would you
bargain the uphill?
The nightmares begin again.
Satish Verma, 23 december 2020
See My Hands
Overreaching for chemical signs
and word for word,
you want to move on-
without parents.
This was only a poetic
idea, that no weapon will
be used for execution.
Not offering an apology,
we were dissecting the ethics
of violence and war.
A chilling reminder, you are
going to starve the definitions.
But no clarity was visible.
I am becoming bones
and taut nerves.Only eyes
were looking ahead of the tempest.
Roofs were melting.
You want to hit the sky.
Renato N. Mascardo, 21 december 2020
seclusion
passers
in time
many become
few friendships' circle shrinks
diametered and circumferenced
by strife
boredom
and loss until
fellowships in the end
join solitude in reluctance
as one//
renato
sunday 20 december 2020
RENATA, 18 december 2020
czuła jest noc
Lgnęli do siebie
w pościeli
czując się jak w niebie
chcieli
dalej brnąć
w pocałunków moc
magia dotyku
gdzie skóra drży
TY TY TY
Na czuły szept
emocji jęk
termometr pęka
gorączka jest
dreszcz dreszcz dreszcz
dostaję olśnienia
z Tobą na księżyc
wybieram
się
Satish Verma, 17 december 2020
Forecasting
Understanding-
the sexuality
of clock.
Time moves
the hands, of past,
the present.
The future
belongs to no one.
This poem, cosmos.
Satish Verma, 16 december 2020
Noesis
A near cult glows/ on faces-
for harvesting peace,
saluting each other, without flame.
I have come so far
though you did not want the winds to move.
A new theme was
developing. The first wicket has fallen.
The collective suicide
will follow.
Invoking the sun, you stay in shadows,
without qualms to hear
the swish of swords.
The phenomenalist,
strides confidingly to read your mind.
Heart cries-
Uncontrollably.
Satish Verma, 15 december 2020
But Nothing
No it will not work.
The amalgam of arrival
and departure.
Debunking the theme
of reincarnation, you enter into the body of a poem.
Crowned and faded out,
all the icons were diminishing
in stature.A winter bath
tries to hold the halo-
for sometime, and then disappears
in obscurity.
Where the things go wrong
and connectivity snaps?
The tall people, yes very tall,
crumble under the weight of anonymity.
When you climbed down from
the pedestal, light was dim.
Did you ever receive a blast in face?
Satish Verma, 14 december 2020
This Cosmos
The tall, dense, tree of life
divides the culture, ages.
Will witness-
the gorgeous, ruinous and
hideous days.
How would I claim
the legacy of a deaf and dumb
sky?
The fragile bones of the
earth, break.
Blackberries burn under
the eyes.
The hidden herons
fall involuntarily, when you
trim the tree for a
new moon.
Satish Verma, 13 december 2020
Inundation
Standing on black stones―
in water death,
I let it go, my pride
at the end of bay.
No obituary
no elegy,
will erase the thoughts of coming and going
of moon, when night
starts crying.
The smoke-filled eyes
will speak of the burnt house,
when the sun was
telling the truth.
Setting frozen tulips
at your feet, I bring the
river of tears
to start the day.
Satish Verma, 12 december 2020
Startling Likeness
Yes it is descriptive only,
the unbearable pain of denudation,
like blue heartache.
Touching the extremes, you
become desperate to―
reach the first letter.
The word will form later.
The virtue of knowing―
the unknown was a punishment,
you cannot untie the knots.
You must know the trick of―
the trade. How to come back
alive after touching the skin
of a viper?
No celebration to mark―
the anniversary of the assassin.
Life itself takes the award.
Latest comments:
9 october 2024
sam53
Pięknie Jaga :))) dzieki
9 october 2024
Jaga
Po namyśle zmieniłam :)) Tutaj widoczny tylko
9 october 2024
Zazula przy łące kuka/ gdzie rączka pani nadobna/
9 october 2024
Yaro
Dzięki za komentarz. Przyjdą zapukaj i każą
9 october 2024
Belamonte/Senograsta
o jej, jak upojnie, gloryfikująco - po co się
9 october 2024
szczęścia tylko znaczą
9 october 2024
Taki dramatyczny, ja tam nie jestem taki, spokój,
8 october 2024
Prawda :))) Jeden bardziej pasował mi do tytułu
8 october 2024
violetta
Zauważyłam:) jestem konkretna, a tak owijają
8 october 2024
ale jest i tak ładnie, mnie się wątki ciągną
8 october 2024
Marian Banaszak
dokładnie to z dwoma
7 october 2024
Melancthe
Piękne jak zawsze
10 october 2024
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