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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 november 2020

Walking In Woods

This spectrum.
No it will not work.
I am not there in the
shade, smoke filled barn, or-
in secular morgue.
Stubble burning was
like legend of war.
How do I shut the
door of diamond moon-
in the kingdom of
weeping night?
An animal in you
will not sleep, claiming the
innocence of baby steps.
A virginal vanity.
Nobody stops you to
display the grains of salt.
Would you listen to the land,
flight of words-
passage of time?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 november 2020

Thinking In Depth

The moment of truth has-
arrived. The earth
has moved the man. It was
accidental verdict. You know,
which cell you will be incarceated now?

My flame-singed eyes, search
the inception of integrity above board.
I am afraid of myself to
admit that societal violence
has come to stay!

Celebrating the birthday of
a self-propelled god, I go
into irreversible retreat. God
bless the wax house, fire was
raging on hills.

The blood cherries, blood on
your shirt, blood rings on your
fingers, and blood in my eyes.


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steve

steve, 6 november 2020

Burning Flame

It cuts just like a knife, every time I hear your name...
And I feel the blood just drain away, as we start to play the game,
You're never going to give me, the part of you I need...
And I'm never going to let you know, just how much I bleed,
The tears rain down inside my head, and I am washed away...
As this heart is broken once again, by things I couldn't say,
I tried to hide this "burning flame", but I got too close to you...
Now my world is burning down, and there's nothing I can do,
Even tears can't douse the flames, as I begin to burn...
And the pain that only lonely brings, is far too strong to turn,
My heart's desire in front of me... and yet a world away...
But I'd give this life to feel your love, if only for a day.


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steve

steve, 6 november 2020

She Lives

Trapped inside myself, there's no place I can hide,
No escape, no salvation, only years of tears I've cried,
You don't know what it does to me, when you come into view...
How it tears me up inside, because I'm in love with you,
Knowing you will never care, or ever touch my skin...
Or ever really get to know, the person that I am,
Trapped and all alone, bottled up for years...
She'll never have her freedom... but she can have her tears,
No one even knows... that she lives at all...
The chains that hold her down, keep her shackled to her walls,
She'll never see the light of day, she'll never be set free...
Though she loves, she'll not be loved, such is destiny.


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steve

steve, 6 november 2020

What Am I Doing?

I can't hear your tortured thoughts, or see what you've been through...
But I can feel your pain from here, through miles of missing you,
I'm sorry if I made you think, somehow I didn't care...
I never meant to bring to you, feelings of despair,
I care so much from my heart, it swells the fear in me...
I'll ask myself "What am I doing?" I clearly cannot see,
I have no right to put on you, what I think I need...
No matter how much pain I feel, no matter what I bleed,
A world away what do I have, that could ever make you see...
All I have to offer you, is all I have of me,


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steve

steve, 6 november 2020

Time

Time has kept me prisoner, with the dreams I have of you...
Keeping me awake each night, with things that I can't do,
Slowing down the hands of time, in the middle of the night...
Minutes turn to hours, as time holds back the light,
It's only in the darkest hour, that time is standing still...
When I miss you most of all, time only you could fill,
Dreams are all I have of you, as time keeps you at bey...
But even time must run it's course, as time just ticks away,
And when the time has finally passed, just maybe we'll both see...
How precious time really is, and what our time could be.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 november 2020

The Honey-Sellers

In searing heat, on
the fern path-
a thoughtless journey begins.

You cancel the prayer
for midnight blues.
Ice was going to unload.

The skin deep spread
of levator floor acts.
You jump from a springboard
to catch a lucid dream.

Would you now walk like
an eight legged spider?
I will remain sociable.

The hands are not for sale.
I am arranging the combs
on the white sheet-
for the queens.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 november 2020

Forced Tragedy

You loosen the grip
and let go the bank.
After throwing itself on the
burning pyre, the phoenix
has failed. It will-
not rise from the ashes.
An agonizing script
unfolds. In a visceral moment,
I was scared. Life, till natural death.
What do I do now? Words
do not help. Stop doing anything?
A void becomes a voice.
You become whole.
Living precariously, thinking
becomes a tree. The roots
will feed the heart.
A songbird reminds me.
Time to salute the dawn.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 november 2020

Black Days

It was a marathon race of
timeline. The days are bound and shot.
How do I come to you to express
my grief of the country
in tumult!

In shouting and screaming,
there was no magic wand to invoke
peace. Your mouth opens
and shuts like the shell valves. The
scollops- words, swim in
sea of burials.

The seriality was unconscionable.
It falls short of a stroke.
The blood splits. A riot erupts
to wet the lips of curved razor.
The sun retreats, to let
the stars find their sky.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 november 2020

Fading Sheen

My little dirty moon,
why were you hiding-
when the vulture-poems had
an uncanny similarity with
raging road show?

The volatility would not exit.
It rises in flames to make
a big black hole in the sky.
Sometimes I hate you,
sometimes I, love you,
my elusive, beautiful karma.

At night when I disappear
what poem you will read?
In fast-running stream, your
croaking will not be heard.
Try to begin a dance of democracy.


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