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Satish Verma, 9 february 2020
Once Again
I hear again your voice
after injury pause.
An apologia.
It is still kempt,
the mist scented, milk bath
by moon, in dark.
In legendary night, everything was legitimate.
The licit kiss of death too.
One by one the faces
were missing. The snake bites,
of love.
The embroidered memories are
hanged to dry up in rain.
The eyes like moths, flicker around
the dark candle of another childhood.
Satish Verma, 8 february 2020
Lynx-Eyed
The long tentacles return
to gather you,
in clawless loops.
What do you see in the godless
domain of winged
colts?
The colossus had
glaring flaws. Binary
curse falls like a barrel-bomb.
I remained oblivious
of the uncorrupted dawn,
rising from the ruins of fallen saints.
I am standing on the
grey rock, where black and
white meet. Time becomes a moment.
Satish Verma, 7 february 2020
Nobody Can Say
Wearing raw beef,
speaking Buddha,
it was real time in dystopia.
I was wondering,
how to cheat life.
Crypts were empty.
Think, keep quite,
I would say, watching
the river go by.
The feral look, will
teach you suffer. There
was no ending.
Half-bird, half-mount―
You carry the burden
of undoing nemesis.
Satish Verma, 6 february 2020
Reviving The Schism
A mentalist does not feel
secure, when you start
jaywalking in the empty street.
What was the need to
rescue a predator, when
the river was dry?
The ducks were crossing
the road. Stay put, till
the kids want to make a halt.
It was a renaissance
connection, when a clan is
sentenced to speak softly.
Satish Verma, 5 february 2020
Unbecoming Of The Poem
The fat moon
rises, when the bland earth
gives a call.
Like the black magic
of depression, in fall,
overwhelming the silence.
Of not becoming, what
you wished me to be,
or not to be.
A conflict always,
climbs the wall to overlook,
the pain of separation.
This winter, I am not
going to witness, the death
of night birds.
Satish Verma, 4 february 2020
Avoiding The Virtue
In moments of hubris,
of artificial hip,
the most unknowable thing was
the blood thought.
An invisible ink, of late
marks the error
of autumn. A lone survivor
of leaves of time, would not
break the word.
The donated eyes will not
see the dreams. You can
boil the bones to get the truth.
Somewhere a guilt prospers.
It is what you don't think.
Satish Verma, 1 february 2020
Ultimate Tongue
In praise of body
like a bow,
shooting arrows of clemency.
But I have come to deny myself,
the nemesis.
There was no penitence.
Unacceptable, in the light of
broad-day murder
of democracy.
Freedom to arc was a personal
style, writing poetry
against the art
of manipulation.
I am ready to become
human, after inferno, started
by you, to burn
the story.
Mustapha Maaroufi, 31 january 2020
The Sun
The sun escapes from the daytime tiredness
To fall asleep in the night bed
And at the dawn
The day wakes up
To embrace it
And take it for its new journey.
Satish Verma, 31 january 2020
Song Of Promotion
I am not going to touch
the meaning―
of nativity for unknown
guests.
A cameo appearance of some
god, does not take away the
most recent fears
of death.
The ghosts have their own
defences against scars,
bruises and unstitched
bones.
Give me a piece of unleashed
poem, my odyssey
has begun in
earnest.
Satish Verma, 30 january 2020
With No Apology
On the mount
a broad-leaved tree was preparing
for self destruction.
It was too cold
under the sun.
A small Christmas tree
with its needle leaves
waits for the snow,
to draw a self-potrait
in bitter winter.
Snow fall makes it
gold, when rain comes
and my hand knives the moon.
Latest comments:
13 october 2024
jeśli tylko
klaskanie jedną ręką
12 october 2024
Weronika
Dialog jednej osoby.
12 october 2024
Belamonte/Senograsta
no, też tak mam, nie wiem co się porobiło,
12 october 2024
prawie wszystkie wiersze są o przyrodzie
12 october 2024
tyle się o niej mówi, a dziwi, że przyszła..
12 october 2024
Nie da się ich hodować na balkonie :)
12 october 2024
takie mam blado liliowe, chłodne. Ale kwitną
12 october 2024
tak proste a plastyczne :)
12 october 2024
jest klimat :)
11 october 2024
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... :)))
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