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Satish Verma, 20 january 2021
The Enabler
You come to me formless,
to claim your dues―
of whispering poems.
At sharp cliff,
what was your dream―
destiny of taking a long fall?
The rising smoke dissolves
the boundaries, when you
fondle the dark for some pulse.
The final gift arrives
of tears, within reach
of the implosion.
Along the boulevard
a flight of swans―
sails for another lake.
I lift my hand for final salute.
Satish Verma, 19 january 2021
Unabated Rage
A poem
borrowed from the roses
sits today on my lips.
Crowded with pricks
at night, words move
around the flickering flames.
Thoughts.
They fly like sparrows
encircling the mind.
The sky falls. Import
of faceless assaults thickens. Red
poppies bloom in wheat fields.
White mushrooms,
come up in summer to complain
against the muted surrender of clouds.
Renato N. Mascardo, 19 january 2021
each little loss
with each little loss
not a portent of total ruin
or a herald of perdition
each minor separation
a note kept in the inbox
too long a reply idling
in the draft box a friendship
going slowly to seed
slow slow
tau proteins accrete
united they stick they
entangle fibrils in the brain
letting go the recollection
of a face perhaps
the remembrance of a smile
slow slow
no need
no urgent need to haste
to bridge the breach so tiny
when you still can hear
the sound of her laugh
savor her humor
marvel at her wit
no need
no urgent need
each day
becomes an inertia
sluggishly entangling grows
a memory peels off
seeds your garden of remembrance
leaving confusion behind
still there is tomorrow
no need to hurry
with each little loss//
renato
monday 18 january 2021 (mlkjr day)
Satish Verma, 18 january 2021
Missed Adventures
The waves
had brought me to you.
Do not be gentle to time.
Lower the songs
into a mass grave,
as the violence spreads.
This time-travel
will take you to panic attacks.
Blackness moves very fast.
Hypoxia.
Photons will take you
to fading sun.
Glitterati,
now hurts. You cannot
haul the gift of reeds.
Satish Verma, 17 january 2021
In Quiteude
I walk towards you-
till it hurts.
In moment of nemesis
I set you free,
and deceive me.
You look beyond me
and become blind for the road.
Life starts drifting away from
each other to discover the meaning
of truth.
We may not meet again,
behind the faulted moon,
groping for light.
You always knew-
I was not you. A miniature
vice- religion apart,
had become a river between us.
I won't swim again.
Buddha smiles with alacrity.
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Satish Verma, 16 january 2021
Unhooked From Space
The cat had the feral
look. The home was
burning. Drag of
day to day dying
unceremoniously.
Nowadays the god lives outside
the temple. You don't have patience.
Some zealotry?
A siren song?
I was not in any trinity
of god, man and beast.
On the remote trail you will
find my blood-soaked footprints.
Instead of emptiness
I have filled myself with grief.
Satish Verma, 15 january 2021
Of Heaven Aside
The intimate god,
versus the body of slain faith,
was not ready to bring in the rains.
What quality was the substance
in shadows, while you were
reigniting the inquest?
The space was shrinking
noiselessly. The nest―
was crowded. You would not
place your frame on the wall.
This happened, which
was, not supposed to happen.
The eyes don't blink.
You are looking straight in the
glass of elegy. Why coming and going
of a name should affect the masses?
Satish Verma, 14 january 2021
Do Not Throw The Stones
Living in a wax palace
and deliberately―
firing it.
The beseeching fault
of life. It demands pure
blood.
Self-consciously I
pick up the glossy cowries,
with beautiful patterns
and play my childhood.
How come, the style
remains the same as that
of a butcher or a saint?
The humiliating defeat
in the hands of a dirty character―
becoming a class.
The cradle rocks. A new―
born theme is thrown out.
Satish Verma, 13 january 2021
Of Revenge
Half night of insomnia
half night magma
you never go quiet.
Tremors of blaze
enter the veins.
Moon was crazy.
The graveyard.
First you dig up the hole.
Shot, then you are tossed inside.
A copper in the tank,
you sleep past the belly.
Vessel in vessel, you are dead.
Like a relic, you carry
your head, looking chasing
the cottonwood tree.
RENATA, 12 january 2021
wielka miłość =dramat
przyszedł nie wiadomo skąd
zadziwiająco boski
uzależniła się
zdana na jego łaskę i niełaskę
jak pies na kiełbasę
wprowadza się mówi mam kasę
jakieś zaskórniaki jakiś spadek
mieszka i nie płaci
jest połączeniem boga z diabłem
i najwyrazniej długo trwa czasem
spadanie ze schodów
zalękniona mysz
rozbrojona do granic
szmacona za nic
i nawet zmuszana
do pracy w knajpach
gdzie łapią za dupę
chamy przygłupie
pięść spadła pod oko
kiedyś z grubą warstwą pudru
padło przepraszam
teraz czarne okulary usiłowały
przykryć grozny obrót sprawy
on kocha jak wariat
często komisariat
dołki kopie
lecz ona szalona
znów ze schodów spadła
ktokolwiek wie że spada pięść
reaguj
nie czekaj następnego razu
złe miejsce cztery ściany
mysz ducha wyzionie
a niedżwiedz pijany
Latest comments:
31 october 2025
Weronika
Kiedy nie ma wierszy, można się zadowolić
31 october 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
każdy chce żyć i śnić, nie, jeszcze nie
31 october 2025
Bardzo niepokojące, ale nie czyń , a już nożem,
30 october 2025
szczere rozmowy z ludzmi często ujawniaja że
30 october 2025
sam53
dwa słowa tak dziś potrzebne... dzięki violetta
30 october 2025
Smutne gdy światem rządzą samotni, którzy
29 october 2025
violetta
Dzikość serca:)
29 october 2025
smutne, ale miłość to nie wszystko, zreszta
29 october 2025
za dużo kortyzolu, bardzo mi się podoba. Milego
29 october 2025
muzą
29 october 2025
u Gałczyńskiego są też te cyganki i mówią
29 october 2025
źle się dzieje w państwie duńskim... z wdzięcznością
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