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Satish Verma, 15 june 2020
Transcending
I like to rage on with
flying snakes. The fog deepens.
You skid on the ice of the bridge
after the freezing rain. Infidelity
becomes the pick of the day. I
look at my Goldie, the pug,
sitting on the step. Waiting for me
like a meditating Buddha, eyes
half-closed.
Let me see your hands. Your
bones are becoming frail, twisted.
You cannot lift the book, hold
the pen. When you write, your hands
start trembling, as if you are
being watched, to write your last
will or ready to jump in the river.
Life had been very cruel.
When you said, you are a dervish,
the hyenas started laughing.
Satish Verma, 14 june 2020
The Road
He has been spoken off.
Sometimes I feel,
it is time to go.
Sun is preparing to depart.
After sometime moon will arrive.
You want to stop writing
and shut the book. Enough.
All things said, world will go on its way.
You change the clothes,
alter the sex,
exchange the god,
and refuse to die.
Nothing, but the dirty game survives.
Satish Verma, 13 june 2020
Unblemished
Awakened
at the partition.
Left bleeding, the spider silk
had started weaving
the web.
I am trying to understand,
the sign language,
your tears.
You have to become
transparent.I have not
crossed the river yet.
Words not weapons
were needed to heal after
the cannibalism.
This world will
spare us in night.
Trajectory of moon
was changed.
Satish Verma, 12 june 2020
Quietness
Cupping the water in hand,
you feel the nativity-
near the mute swans.
The silence of a bird, explodes
before it flies.
The hands flutter in excitement.
You take a cipher to
measure the infinity. Figures
become drones. One of the
suspect throws a bomb.
The quietness of sea, when
you start drinking the mist.
I will discover the beauty of death.
The words will reach,
when you would not listen.
Satish Verma, 11 june 2020
Punctuality
The cult moves in
circle. Stargazing
starts. You lie buried in
wet retreat. Eyes protruding
The veil sends a sweet death.
The death. Only you would
know, what was the conversation
between the repentant
and priest.
Superfluous. To beautify
the grimace. The lips-
always cheat.
A black cloud devours the moon.
Satish Verma, 10 june 2020
The Acid Test
When you stand still
in unbearable agony, the unquiet
dark starts settling
around me.
Why this crisscrossing of
ill-bred beliefs and credences?
Hacking of the circinate thoughts?
After the rolled up,
tip of pain lies in the center.
The dead leaves,
noises of the past-are gathering up
with ugly exhibits.
As origami, you fold it
and put it back
in ice box.There was no need
to decorate the death's crown.
Eyes half-shut
will not see the moon rise.
Satish Verma, 9 june 2020
Star-Struck
Sitting in the sun
preparing the relic, for
future visitation.
The geranium bleeds
for the god particle, which
always eludes
the man.
A tiger would sleep
in my bed, jettisoning
the fish of your eyes.
The glass eye breaks,
enters the tomb of the orb
sheltering the darkness.
There was no clear answer-
from the mask, as if why
the tryst with stars failed.
Satish Verma, 7 june 2020
Stopping The Moonlight
Call me avenger,
after the punch line had-
damaged the hidden ghost.
I want you to
let me go now after the sunset.
My odyssey has not ended.
You are not
what you were, once
upon a time.
The seven colors
are wearing the dark dresses.
Trading has become the hallmark
of light.Let me write my name
without alphabets.
The echoes come back
to pick the mundane sounds.
The celestial music will not be played again.
Satish Verma, 6 june 2020
Something New
Would you live without your
shell, one day? A chasm
was growing between us. I
was feeling very aloof.
Intruding on your private
grief, sometimes I will
see the blue veins ascending
the marbeled thighs.
Beehive and death, sets
us apart. Beyond the age
a sun sinks in crimson glory.
To bring peace on the spikes of grass.
The dreams were disappearing.
The house sits knee deep
in thoughts. I will be collecting the
knobs fallen from the doors.
Satish Verma, 5 june 2020
A Banquet Table
Performing to a script
you divide me like a fish.
From dirt a face rises.
One flew over the sea
to count the red islands
where the rocks hanged the dry skulls.
Why did you kill the panthers
by feeding them the toxic menu?
Sugar was never my cup.
It was not the question
of bread and butter:
we were talking of clean air.
The ashes will rule now.
Latest comments:
11 october 2024
Belamonte/Senograsta
to ciekawe, to może piszesz programy dla szkół?
11 october 2024
Dziękuję, widzę że nie wiem co z tego co
11 october 2024
sam53
jesień tak ma... :)))
10 october 2024
violetta
Piękne kwiaty, chcę takie na balkon:)
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Jaga
Zawsze znienacka jesień życia...
10 october 2024
Groch przez wieki był rzucany/ dzisiaj ściana
10 october 2024
Georginie jesienne :)
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Tak :))
10 october 2024
:)
10 october 2024
Muchomor czerwony, trujący. Ponoć wzięty przez
10 october 2024
:))))
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Eva T.
Jadalny?
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