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Satish Verma, 21 december 2019
For Heaven's Sake
In shreds,
the day has passed.
At night, I will touch;
the unasked questions.
You were sending, the
soap bubbles, like
swans carrying the messages.
The weather changes. A
fantasy becomes real.
The moon has missed the night.
Like the Morse code, there was
a flurry of taps, the
blank paper flies for a rite.
It is dawn, breasted and melting.
Satish Verma, 20 december 2019
Tall Slogans
A futile attempt to go
for a collection spree.
You got only the numbers.
It had to happen. The drums were beating.
The minority suffers
in the hands of many gods.
Between the black
and white, will it be last battle?
Temples were asked to
give the details of divine―
winds and the red moons.
There was a spiritual conflict,
without giving any purpose.
You cannot dissect
my poems.
Satish Verma, 19 december 2019
The Ire
Encrypting the cause―
of death. Why do you
truss up the statement?
Tell me, whom you were
punishing, accepting
the legitimacy of lies?
Anything would happen
to the author,
who was writing a diary
on the fallen saint.
The palace fumes. There
was an extraordinary delay
in execution of
fire spoons.
Satish Verma, 18 december 2019
From The End
Hard and brittle,
the cost of sealing the lips
was increasing overnight.
Cleaving the thoughts―
you would not tell,
what do you believe.
I watch in horror. A
planned trajectory has
failed, shielding the tears.
A furore rises. Half―
humans were fighting
with stones.
It will talk, one day
the agony of deathmask,
you did not want to wear.
Satish Verma, 17 december 2019
Reclaiming The Legacy
A shut door
without a house
would not open, would not open.
An unsealed house
without a door
will not invite.
The irony of knocks overcomes the visitor.
And why would,
you walk in the
doorway without reaching
anywhere.
A divided world
moves towards a diminished―
family.
RENATA, 16 december 2019
w pogoni za szczęściem oddam portmonetkę
bądż
moim natchnieniem
oczu odcieniem
serca odbiciem
uszu zachwytem
życiem
zmysłów powiewem
marzeniem
a Ty liczysz dni
czułe słówka szepczesz mi
i płaczesz i jęczysz i coś cię dręczy
bieda żyć ci nie da
wyciągasz rękę po mój chleb
choć wiem
że nie dla mnie z tobą raj
daję gdy mówisz daj
obietnicami ścielesz chwil parę
odchodzisz wreszcie zostawiasz ranę
a ja z wielkim bólem
składam złamane serce
minus na koncie jak stąd do Rzymu
lecz ja z rozpaczą wybaczam jeszcze
wołam wróć
ja cię wezmę
co za głupia krowa
myśli ten i ów ludź
a ty poszłeś w diabły
sny o szczęściu
poszły w niepamięć
po latach mówię
byłeś mą klątwą
chamie
Satish Verma, 16 december 2019
Some Snippets
A sleepwalker gives up
a snake,
inside the sleeves.
The dog outruns
the moon.
*
You draw a blue line
around the summer night.
Flames.
I will drive out
the ghosts.
*
The acid attack
went for the thatch.
You will snorkel now,
under the reeds.
Satish Verma, 15 december 2019
Quick Snatches
Lesser evil of a god
will preside over
the verdict. There was
a sexual assault
in the temple.
*
If you have an eye, you
will you find a
naked king,
riding on a
golden horse.
*
Friends. It is time,
that will give
you a slip.
Beware of the
dark sentry.
Satish Verma, 14 december 2019
Echos In September
Under a sickle moon,
the effect was colossal.
The mute words
were floating like vespae.
There was no―
promised nest of paper.
You cannot land
without ink.
The grey beard starts
weaving a web of
lies. Larvae will―
feed on blessed water.
Very warm, very hollow.
The globe turns. You stand
on the surface,
cannot fathom out the human mind.
Satish Verma, 13 december 2019
What September
Ceaselessly,
the September moon
was sending poems
in quick succession.
Life had come to a grinding halt.
The walls,
wait to end the race of
stings. The heat was
a dirty yellow.
You will witness the fall of a titan.
The genome of red
wine grape was
similar to a forgotten
verse, after the―
rage of ageing cells of a sage.
Latest comments:
13 october 2024
Belamonte/Senograsta
Jedna pani śpiewała Arię z Carmen tylko dla
13 october 2024
Jaga
taniec pingwina na szkle...
13 october 2024
jeśli tylko
klaskanie jedną ręką
12 october 2024
Weronika
Dialog jednej osoby.
12 october 2024
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?
13 october 2024
wiesiek
13 october 2024
Satish Verma
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