
Satish Verma, 15 may 2020
Why the pink words
float in black eyes?
I swear, I will not look
at the moon again.
The city burns in snow.
A jump of small
legs, takes you far
from the roar of falls.
The blackbird was my
mascot, sitting on the white
birch, dreaming blue.
A white sheet covers the
shrieking nails. You
cannot walk barefoot
on smouldering candles.
Why again you are climbing
the volcanos?
Satish Verma, 14 may 2020
Mind goes blank.
In the interim relief- I will wake
with the moon tonight,
to inherit your pain.
Picking up the marbles
you nurture the memories.
In your speechlessness-
you have spoken a Buddha.
Buried in lake you dig out
the incense of life.
A rumor breathes.The untrounced
myth becomes the angel.
Will you meet the danger again?
The wounds were
becoming older.You want to
start the fight afresh? Against
the inevitable?
Why you were growing the sage?
Satish Verma, 13 may 2020
This was a circle
which broke.
Like a heroin death,
like an eternal sleep,
like living on the dark floor of the lake.
There was no ovulation.
Earth has stopped brooding.
Submerged in quicksand
you cannot breathe,
after hurting yourself.
Do not go in the mirrors.
The fog was your friend.
Pick up the leaves, the
leaves fallen from the lone tree.
You become the seed.
Satish Verma, 12 may 2020
Like it was pain of sea.
The waves are not rising.
You remember the depth
of eyes, of heart,
when you cannot read the
face of shadows.
So much soundless crying.
The birds have gone
to distant shores
for water.
Manytimes I had given
a call. Immaculate exit.
I will not carry any stigmas.
Want to travel light―
to meet my tormentor.
Satish Verma, 11 may 2020
I will ask
the moonflower to give me
a beautiful death,
under the Nightshade.
A nocturne clue;
will you play the piano for me
for a last time? Are you going to meet me in
the grid, crossing the sharp angles?
The signs start shimmering
in dark, like cobra's
tongue.I don't call the names.Overbiting, I
hold the words.
Loss of faith, I
don't believe in me.Did I
betray your creation O god?
The virtuals are overtaking me.
Your flagship becomes a hoax.
I change my name for ever.
Satish Verma, 10 may 2020
Wearing a straitjacket
you come out in open.
This was a black day.
You were not invited.
The economy smells of stale fever.
A pungent smoke rises
from the joints.
A decision drifts. Scare of
paper bomb stills―
the flow of tea.
There was a party.
People come and go. Skullcaps
galore. White on brown sugar.
There is no love lost between us.
Satish Verma, 9 may 2020
Schizoidly I walked
with the moon― by night/
when you slept―
in my eyes.
I will leave my shadow
behind, one day
in dark.
Death is no exit. There was
no clear message for withdrawl.
The enemies were drawing near.
I will not push the cart.
There was no bunker homicide.
Hidden marriage bears the fruit.
Truth was behind me
I am naked like a candlestick.
The religion puts out the light.
steve, 9 may 2020
I keep holding on for love... that I know will never be...
Unless you look beyond ... to what's inside of me,
I'm not like anyone... that you've ever known before...
But you won't see what's inside me.. if you stand behind the door,
You always leave me breathless.. what's a man to do...
For I can barely breathe at all.. when you walk into the room,
I'll lie here in the darkness.. calling out your name...
But nothing in this world.. could make you feel the same,
Just one chance to touch you.. as the fire rages on...
Completely out of my control.. until the breaking dawn,
I know just where I stand... but my heart will not let go...
Tell me what am I to do.. with love that I can't show,
My heart won't set me free.. no matter what I do..
It's holding on for love.. because it belongs to you...
RENATA, 8 may 2020
chcę cię znależć
wstaję idę patrzę
bezustannie
twoja twarz błąka się
gdzieś pomiędzy uliczkami
nie zdążam za uciekaniem
koszmary wspomnień krążą
słodko gorzkie poczucie winy
uparcie z psim węchem pokazuję
zdjęcie przypadkowym przechodniom
parzy schowany gdzieś głęboko
list pożegnalny utonęłaś bo chciałaś
a ja nie wierzę jedyne na co było
mnie stać to zanurzać się w wannie
długo i głęboko jak ty w rwącym nurcie rzeki
ścieżki wyobrazni
niczym drut kolczasty
oczy usta zęby głos
kimkolwiek jesteś
nie uciekaj córeczko
znów znajdę cię
RENATA, 8 may 2020
problem poważny
na czas kwarantanny
to nie dziki zachód
dopóki mamy dochód
a ty ciesz się ciesz seksem
z partnerem podziel się powietrzem
atrakcje erotyczne w walce ze stresem
będą dla naszych depresji różową pastylką
intymnie włochate myśli przy mnie
bez przymusu wtulać się razem w pierzynę
rozmawiać o udkach skrzydełkach i piersiach
bez maseczki przy pocałunkach bez wysiłku w bezsensie
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