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Satish Verma, 10 december 2020
Evocative Images
A single line,
undefined, hangs
to make your life vulnerable.
The drifting starts.
You fumble for the right-
text,
to convey the urgency
of a moratorium. The
dew on the grass,
was not ready to
accept the rainbow of
false promises.
Flat refusal comes
from the deprived homes.
The poverty has become a sin.
The elegant procession
of the king was throwing
dust in our eyes.
Satish Verma, 9 december 2020
Whirling Dervish
In being and unbeing
I come to you today-
in unconscious state.
Excessively leaning on
cause, it is not heart-
not brain. Just a beat.
Evening is settling
down. Time flew past. Birds
going home. A lone moon
will rise.
Underground thoughts start-
stunning the secrets.
You open the lost book.
In war go the alphabet.
Questions arise. After all-
who was me.
The awakening begins.
Satish Verma, 8 december 2020
What Grammer
The tremors. One day
I would know. The trees are walking.
No miracle. We are-
becoming rootless.
The fear, was palpable.
Nowhere to go. All the roads
were blocked. The king
is being anointed after the bloodbath.
No logical lie was needed
for targeted killing.
Why did you start the
bonfire near the oil wells?
Satish Verma, 6 december 2020
Far And Wide
The night poem
crucial
was the breast-feed
the train whistles by
the thugs squirm
no waylaiding now
in the dark hour
till the moon rises
the drag queens
are out to collect
the marbles
would you play the chess?
faithfall will spring
a surprise becoming
god himself
do not tell any prayer-
Satish Verma, 5 december 2020
To Know What We Do Not Know
Though inaudible, I will
hear you- clear and distinct,
offering to be understood.
Destigmatizing the ghost of truth
and be accepted.
The noises still persist
of the parables. Who was the
king without a crown?
Accepting nihilism, I will
ask my inner voice, will
you meet the god?
In anguish I search the answers
to deepest mysteries.
Do not wash the words.
Your hands will pick up
the fallen moon in dirt.
The slanted eyes.
You want to drown in the
crevices of pain.
RENATA, 4 december 2020
ĆMA
ma poczucie wartości równe zero
chce być motylem a jest brzydką heterą
z ogłoszenia wpada na bąki i szerszenie
dbała i starała się a jutro było coraz gorsze
leci leci do światła
chcąc
być najpiękniejsza
jej ikariada trwa
nadal i nadal
dopóki ogień myśli nie strawi
i spocznie we własnym grobie
Satish Verma, 4 december 2020
Melting Nowhere
Everything was in place,
and I started to find-
the kingpin, door by door.
Wanted to know more about the death,
when you were struck in silence-
of blackness.
Displaying the art of kill. It has
an ancient throw of fangs.
I am ready to catch the blues.
All day the hibiscus has
been bleeding. I will never
disappoint the skin of the pilgrim.
Oh pink eyes. Sometimes
I wonder, why this shade rests
after wedding a celibate.
Satish Verma, 3 december 2020
Lynching
Eclectically, do not say anything;
put a bullet in your head
and go to sleep.
I know what was coming
after the ballot. A heap of
abuses, for not maintaining the war.
The presence you can feel,
I am the native of this land― when
hurricane comes, you untie the shoes.
May be, wearing a dark suit,
the bartender comes and pours the
honey in your broken glasses.
The music must not stop. The
black spiders, with paired legs have
synchronized with myriapods.
Satish Verma, 2 december 2020
Distant Dangers
Aquilla. Would you
carry the burden
of ungiving?
Transmuted, I
will find you in portrait
of sublime?
And I will see in your eyes
a cosmos, floating in void.
But a primal question
remained unanswered, who were you.
Through the blue sky
and legends of dark, the
constellations squirm.
And I start believing
in God dust.
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.
Latest comments:
30 june 2025
violetta
Moja siostra jest teraz na Korfu :) piękny wiersz:)
30 june 2025
Niezmiernie cieszę się:)
30 june 2025
Tak i są przeróżne:)
30 june 2025
ajw
Uwielbiam tę ulotność chwili..
29 june 2025
Jaga
Strach na postrach, a dlaczego?/ wróbel na pszenicy
29 june 2025
sam53
na jednym drzewie bardzo słodkie, a te późniejsze
29 june 2025
Podziękowanie to mało, ale dziękuję :)))
29 june 2025
Wokół kręgu :)
29 june 2025
Słoneczniki już kwitną :)
29 june 2025
A czereśnie wyjątkowo słodkie tego lata.
29 june 2025
Przepiękny wiersz, miło się czyta Twoje romantyzmy.
29 june 2025
Taka upór jest w wierszu:)
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