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Satish Verma, 12 march 2020

Innovational

You were shrinking
like microcephaly,
the mankind's evolution
in expanding universe.

The new thoughts-
do you think we were
always talking nonsense.

The real tragedy was
here, in your hands
when you held the
gun.

The lead in water,
and arsenic in earth.
Like celebrating the man's
victory on space and time.

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Satish Verma, 11 march 2020

Strange Journey

In-between the spaces
body moves
untouching you.

A poem crashes
on the tongue. You
will not confess.

The wordless thoughts
swim like swans
noiselessly.

Unreaching the abode,
you will invent a god
for a knifed boat.

The sea is turbulent,
you will still sail,
not to reach anywhere.

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Satish Verma, 10 march 2020

Snow Storm Rolls In

Poised to confront
the improvised explosive device
of winds,

good moonday
stands
in melting snow.

Church was
unselling the sex.

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RENATA, 9 march 2020

nieskończoność uśpiona

co noc
z głębokiego grobu
wychodzą sny

śpi śpię śni
dziewczynka i potwór
w ciemnym pokoju
pas idzie w ruch
kołowy
pręgi i siniaki
aż do moczenia
pościeli ze strachu

co noc
wilgotność przeraża
przecież ciebie mamo
już nie ma
to ja jestem starą kobietą

co noc
jestem potworem
zabłąkane oczy córki
błagają

a ja wściekłą podnoszę pięść
do utraty tchu i oddechu
wiara w pas wymaga pokuty
nikt mnie nie nauczył
przytulać i kochać

co noc szybkie bicie
serca i razy spadające
słońce kwiaty i huśtawka
córka i matka
w snach
jestem jedną i drugą
czuję
karę
biorę i daję
ból

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RENATA, 9 march 2020

cisza

zaplątała się między wrony
skuliła ramiona
wystraszona

zamotała się między lokami gorgony
strachem podniecona
złem płonie

zaszyta w kącie miedzy drzwiami a oknem
być czy odejść jeszcze
zawyło w niej zwierzę

już nożyczki bierze
by przeciąć nić Ariadny
zrzucić z pleców dom

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Satish Verma, 9 march 2020

Threnodial

Between the hope and
betrayal lies the truth-
a terra cotta version
of time.
A vitrified china will
not reflect your face.

You search the word's
tragedy, in a wound's
profile.

A speaking book repeats
the sermon.Do not
go after the questions.There
are no answers.

Prepare for the last rites
of porcelain.Only the plastic mind
knows the reality.

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Satish Verma, 8 march 2020

In Search Of Tremors

Night comes like a
black dog
around the corner.

I start paying off the debt
cry for cry, with a
ceremonial sword,
cutting off the shadows
falling from the
distant hills.

My questions are burning―
on pyre. How did I fail myself?
Why some mercy
was unacceptable to me?

Standing in midstream
I let go your hand,
and drown in quick sand of thoughts.
Now a poem will
lift me from the ruins.

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Satish Verma, 7 march 2020

Swift Descent

In cascading
tresses, when moon
got stuck.

I held your face
to see the frightened
fish in eyes.

Seven feet deep,
the snow-
escapes the man's foot.

A terrible fight
still goes on
between temple and mosque.

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Satish Verma, 6 march 2020

Nuit Blansh

I will gather you―
through the uproar,
when moon picks up the sneaky path,
from dizzying heights
of hunger.

The poverty of words
hides the bread, ..
You cannot eat an emblem.

The calibration has failed.
Milk contains the
contaminated water.

Everyone has one's own
book, where you write your name
and bear malice for everybody.

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Satish Verma, 5 march 2020

Mask Unmasked

To become or not to become a renegade,
or to die or not to die for a semi-god?
These were some of the questions
thrown at an incomplete script.

What elevated you to a celebrity?
Your hump or deep wrinkled groans?
Age is abating, abattoir is empty.
Exile from the past is over.
When you intend to comeback to childhood
and become a simple star?

Behind the mask lies the embrace of death
I am afraid the flames will engulf,
the genius of pathways.
Everything will turn into obsolete gossip.
A patch of sunlight becomes a costly exposure
bones are entwined in eternal cuddle.

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Latest items:

poetry

Innovational

Strange Journey

Snow Storm Rolls In

nieskończoność uśpiona

cisza

Threnodial

In Search Of Tremors

Swift Descent

Nuit Blansh

Mask Unmasked

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