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Mustapha Maaroufi, 29 january 2020

A Position

For the wind
I will open my window
I am not inclining to the right side
There is a cough
A loss
As for the left side
I will remain waiting there
Under the green hope tree.

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Satish Verma, 29 january 2020

A wine taster was
ready to begin the birth
of night.

A wrinkle displays
the absurd mediocrity
of the charter.

I will not play
in the hands of unknowable
I have my own map.

I am shedding,
my skin, my color. Only
a truncated god will speak for me.

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Satish Verma, 27 january 2020

Émigré

It was not mental,
when you said, ―
in solstice, the body
and the physics of ashes become
one, the duality is lost
and indentation removed.

This fall it was a freak
weather. The tangerines are
covered with accusing ice. The
insomnia has set in the trees.
No body was sleeping
in gray.

Do not forget the prayer.
Retroactivily you can be pardoned.

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Satish Verma, 26 january 2020

An Acrimonious Dialogue

The ambrosial ending
of the day. I was not sure
of myself. How would the
thumb mould the pen
in internal search
of cavities?

You are not going to live
hundred years. Falling from
the terrace, with a thud,
lying in the pool of blood, till you
find the celibate truth?

Between the dust and dawn
lies the dark. The oesophageal
reflux makes a hole
in each eye. Can you
read in the thick fog
of absent faces?

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Satish Verma, 25 january 2020

Winter Night

It was never meant,
to be the triumph
of the death

in the night of the snowfall.
The silent fall of flakes,
covering the stains,
would start a conversation
about the truth of life.

A journey to unknow the evil starts.

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Robt, 24 january 2020

Sublimation

Water exists in a triple state:
          Solid, liquid, gas
At zero Celsius.

Even on the coldest day
Solid snow and ice quietly disappear
          Into gaseous vapor.

The radiant energy of the sun
          And time
Drive this transition
Until the solid ice is no more,
          Disappeared.
But no,
It still exists in the invisible vapor.

Do not we, aqueous beings
          -the waters of ancient seas
                   sloshing through our veins-
Exist at a triple point,

Slowly sublimating
Then suddenly gone,
Existing only in the hidden vapor
Of Time.

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Morgan, 24 january 2020

On Helicon

In the golden light of morning
mists, morphing slowly to women, numb'ring nine
in chorus, they sang to Hesiod, the shepherd,
'We know how to tell lies that ring true,
but we can tell the truth when we've a mind'.
'Oh, fine, replied Hesod, yawning--
you and the media'.

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Satish Verma, 24 january 2020

Sparkling

Moon in dying
on the icy bridge

as I stand in fog to hear the music
of hung verdict you are

not playing the carnal game

a threadbare dawn
still waits
for the liquid sun,

the moosewood is going to start a striptease

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Satish Verma, 23 january 2020

16th December 2013

Leaning against the shadow
of self, starting the
monologue. With the fall
I don't want to think of the other.

The beasts.
I give a call, to someone
over there,
who will listen.

A systematic peel, opens
the doorless cage and
sets free the malignancy―

to spread. Now multiple argan
failure, stares at you,
celebrating the anniversary
of the rape.

We are made up of
charcoal, writing on the walls
with dark fingers―
name of the victim.

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Satish Verma, 22 january 2020

Feeding The Past

I take me,
in the whirlpool of bridges
for a nonprofit.

Gathering on rocks
begins. Moonlight reads
quickly, the faces.

I would not give you
my speech, my blindness.
Become mute like the call of
a mountain.

A broken cry will save
the poetry, the river,
the sea.

An old adage brings
the solace.
Somewhere a truth sings.

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A Position

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16th December 2013

Feeding The Past

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