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RENATA, 18 october 2020

ROZWÓD

Odkleić rozwalić odczepić
przepołowić świat
symbol jedności
wspólnych lat

Rozłączyć rozdzielić
złą miłość zabić wyplenić
zło ukradło schowało zamieniło
w nienawiść wielką miłość
kurwiarz i nieudacznik
dziwka i niedojda
kiedyś bez siebie żyć nie umieli
już teraz raczej nie mogą na siebie patrzeć

Pamiętam wszystko
każdą chwilę
najbardziej te niemiłe
niech lepiej każdy
pójdzie swoją drogą
osobno

Toksyka oderwać od siebie jak rzepa
baba z wozu koniom lżej tak trzeba
i tylko ten papierek kartkę
z radością ściska niejeden
życiu wolność wydarta
bez ciebie jestem coś warta

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Satish Verma, 18 october 2020

Retroaction

Celebrating the summer.
Planting a wet kiss on-
the hiding moon.
Dousing the flames,
you come in crosshairs
of a mob.
You will light
your own candle now, in-
pitch-dark inside.
Impoverished. Always
poor to buy your happiness.
Like Paleolithic stab, you stay
unmoved, exposed to shadows and sun.
The water affair was kept
alive with bloody curves. No
one believes in old bones.
I will not ask you.
I will not need.

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Satish Verma, 17 october 2020

Accepting Defeat

Where was the empirical
evidence, that you don't exist?
The vibes were becoming
stronger.

The comb has fallen, and
honeybee feels lése-majeste'.
Where the dots end, a
new line starts.

Adrift. The resistance is gone.
Reflecting on the added
infidelity. You cannot pay homage
to ungraceful exit.

Will you be able to draw
the wages of your life? For the
bread and liberation?
Who was responsible for your falls?

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Satish Verma, 16 october 2020

Reply To Fear

This country divides us.
Only cameos were
displayed.

The ache of the holy river
was your body which
becomes a canoe.

The snow-clad peaks
would smash
the hikers.

Opinions differ,
when the tornado strikes.
You wanted to build a new house.

The black night.
A green silence would
rebel against the stars.

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Satish Verma, 15 october 2020

Weird Enigma

You have to spell it out.
Where the sun sets
in shifting sands?
Picking up the heart rocks-
I was learning to
walk away from undying.
Who would confuse the
infinite falls. There was no conclusion.
Again you come howling,
waiting for the snowmelt from
the face.
The lips become the stones.
You will not count the peaks.
Overnight, it has
turned grey, my red moon.
I will take hold of the night.
There was no referral
of lying truth.

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Satish Verma, 14 october 2020

My Truce

Without trying to become
an avenger,
you were trying to find the-
joy of primitive faith.

The dignity of terror has
to be modified.
You were now afraid of-
yourself in the crowd.

This thing had a dark tone, when
you cross the street.
Underneath, the seed vessels of
past pain, were ready to split open.

The bandits wait on the line
of control. The shock
comes out in open. Society is
generous, accepts your blood.

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Satish Verma, 13 october 2020

Homage To Flesh

Far beyond the light years,
I will seek the darkness-
where the hope was born,
and night had the faith.

The trust not betyrayed, become
meniscus, when the crowds
start coming. Dog bitten you scowl.
A half-written poem was ripped away.

An inside truth comes too close
to flames. Something limbless-
moves in empty mind. In the
falling snow a dove flutters like a myth.

Half-truths are touted now as,
a new brand of secular religion.
Something was amiss. Man was
afraid of himself, becoming semi-god.

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Karen Adams, 12 october 2020

Znaleźć szczęscie

Próbować znaleźć szczęście
nierealne marzenia
puste słowa
Tylko czy marzenia mogą być realne?
Ich dwoje na huśtawce wspomnień
wzajemne oczernianie się
konflikty moralne
dylematy
Kim jestem?
ta w lustrze kłamie
pustka uczuć
Myślisz że wszystko można kupić
trzeba tylko znać cenę
Ile dasz za mą miłość?
A ile dasz żebym zapomniała o Tobie?
Czy miłość jest prostytutką?
Zbrukasz to święte uczucie?
Miłości która dopiero tli się w mym sercu.

Try to find happiness
unreal dreams
empty words
But can dreams be real?
The two of them on a swing of memories
mutual denigration
moral conflicts
dilemmas
Who am I?
the one in the mirror is lying
emptiness of feelings
You think anything can be bought
you just need to know the price
How much will you give for my love?
How much will you give me to forget about you?
Is love a prostitute?
Are you spoiling this holy feeling?
The love that's just smoldering in my heart.

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Satish Verma, 12 october 2020

Unborn Desires

When I make a heap
of all my killer pains,
rains come.
A half-moon casts
a spell. Hope used to
have many colors.
A black magic
ruffles the feathers, casually.
Peacock forgets to dance.
Rocks. Like rare earths.
Difficult to separate you
from me. The call of the mountain
rattles me again. Will
that continue, unending
path, towards non-existence?
In the dark greens, it
was a murder, I cannot find
the blue moon.

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Satish Verma, 11 october 2020

Tenacity

It was a breech birth,
scuttling the forecast,
under water search.
Sad night.

The sand fills your
pockets. You start
licking the salt
jettisoned by violent waves.

Don't focus your mind.
D-Day is drawing near.
No deference to sun.
Unfurl all the sails and ride the breakers.

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ROZWÓD

Retroaction

Accepting Defeat

Reply To Fear

Weird Enigma

My Truce

Homage To Flesh

Znaleźć szczęscie

Unborn Desires

Tenacity

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