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Satish Verma, 1 december 2020
Dilemma Of Ink
The ostrich problem
of catalepsy.
You go into a cocooned
opacity.
I will wait, till you
come out, ready to take a flight
for an oath ceremony.
The land suffers,
the sky weeps.
The shotguns would now decide
the boundaries of speech.
I will walk into the
sea of heads, to find the sunken ship,
to retrieve the faded road map.
I have to face a new testament,
how to remove this poverty
of right words.
Satish Verma, 30 november 2020
Living Perilously
You will remember-
what I would not- the
inner darkness of noon.
A bright sun goes
blind for a caged bird. To
dream or not to dream in
the path of unknown.
Any celestial movement-
will bring the halcyon days?
One day the man will change?
This culture, your
ethos were making the
sense datum extinct- a fossil.
Far from the meanings
the body language flies
in wings of wax.
Again an era ends,
the very blood of stones.
Satish Verma, 29 november 2020
Wolverines
Night blinks.
Light sits under the door.
I am ready to confront the moon.
Too much brilliance
was there. Would you redesign
the blue sky and paint the new stars?
Poverty was my great strength.
Nothing to lose, when
you were dancing with the shadows.
Satish Verma, 28 november 2020
Dismantled
Trembling…
the burning coal has gone to sleep,
before igniting the dry grass.
Eye to eye colliding
turning you into ophelian mess.
Light had gone back to black matter.
It was a frisk season-
in sick society. The hidden plaques
have come out in the blood stream.
You are now backtracking
on the uphill, ready to fall
from the green heights to connect with ground.
For keepsake I will
again unwrite the book
not mentioning the stillbirth of freedom.
Satish Verma, 27 november 2020
Infinitude
Be what you are.
As night falls,
I start moon spotting
standing starkly against the pain.
Reaching for you
from you, in-
moonless night.
The relationship of
dream blood, was never
seen but heard.
The pursuit of location
where the eclipse descends like a dot
on truth.
I am going to touch
the surreal constellation
again in your wet eyes.
Satish Verma, 26 november 2020
Never Wanting
The weight of the ideology
flattens your upheaved chest.
You speak, what you did not want to say.
A fake hunger and pseudo-demands,
put you on the pathless clouds.
How would you now fly towards the sun?
The polarization was deliberate,
to usurp the authority. Blue jays
have refused to join gangs.
A faded document tells about
your missteps. A bunch
of eunuchs have come to guard the palace.
Black versus black will
not brighten the screen. One third of
generation had the criminal record.
Satish Verma, 25 november 2020
The Accidental Fall
My bronzed speech is available,
accepting the defeat of daffodils.
I will not write an elegy.
The postpartum blues are over,
I am coming out of the crib,
like a new born poem.
Floating the paper lanterns, at
night, on flowing river, to send the
message to moon. No more the beach will cry.
The triangular nuts will
speak of the hurricanes, protecting
the hairy seeds.
No resistance was needed
to stop the invading army of black
ants, ready to tear the dummies.
Satish Verma, 24 november 2020
Ecce Homo
When silence stays alone
in the hollow of the eyes,
would you come?
In the audacity of
beauty and pain, when
the moon does not rise.
Like beggars the clouds
roam, parting the
sky for a glimpse of a vision.
We will speak like
strangers not looking into the eyes.
Not quite sure-
you blinked. Time to return
back the gifts of ocean
profound and deep.
Pearls, tears and half-angel.
Satish Verma, 23 november 2020
Vengeance
Arithmetic becomes poetry,
when you start counting the stars in Milky Way.
Light will cross
your path. Your own sun
becomes a logic.
You step into a holy bath
to collect all the scripts
of the dark circles.
Where the infinity starts,
you become the center?
of all the conflicts.
A simple way to burn
without throwing light.
How would you raise your finger?
Satish Verma, 22 november 2020
The Face In Flames
Salt-of-the lips.
You never know, how it hurts
the bigotry.
It was not the might
of divinity, when you sentence
the child for blasphemy.
I would not kiss the-
stone, where the blood stained
the sun. Grey halo was collapsing.
It was the helplessness
of the river, accepting the guilt
of sunken boat.
Again I recite your name
in sleep. The sting was as cruel
as the tongue.
Latest comments:
10 october 2024
violetta
W Warszawie nawet znajduję. Mieszkam w zieleńszej
10 october 2024
Jaga
Do usług :))
10 october 2024
Gdzie te łąki majowe ? Dobrze odnaleźć je
10 october 2024
Żeby spowolnić chwilę:)
9 october 2024
sam53
Pięknie Jaga :))) dzieki
9 october 2024
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
10 october 2024
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