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Satish Verma, 30 october 2019
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I will not elaborate,
what I mean.
You have to dig out the treasure.
The puzzle was not new.
The memorial will be
buried in the sand.
A bloodbath will give―
the final touch to the
ground, less savoury now of inhumanity.
We celebrate the anniversary
to forget the world's
conflicts, man made.
Will you come in the
dark? The snipers are watching
out for the sparks of mercy.
Satish Verma, 29 october 2019
Holding Back
The credibility
of an apple
becoming an icon.
It draws first
blood, when you―
were sleeping.
It still matters:
thinking of milt
but sinking your ferry.
There was no epilogue.
A midsummer night.
I will forget
your name.
Standing in a
queue, you should not
punish yourself
becoming unmatched.
Satish Verma, 28 october 2019
Not Accountable
A breast bomb,
makes a sudden lunge-
disfiguring the landscape
till your body was pulled out.
Your choices were very few.
Either you walk straight
or become a leaf of grass.
It will not work. A swift―
withdrawl from the controversial
marriage with ferocity,
as naked as moon. How
about the aspirant refusing
to sit for engraving in gold?
The salt bearers were coming
to act like gods.
Satish Verma, 27 october 2019
The Ground Gives Way
To blunt the offence
of beautiful pain
you stopped remaining good.
This was a perverse phenomenon
wearing the straight jacket
you try to become
a beast.
The glowing eyes will
send the message to dispose off
the headless body of
a marbled saint.
Someone has taken off
the eyes. You will need
a transplant of religion.
I am very unhappy.
Renato N. Mascardo, 26 october 2019
A Hymn to Him
rondeau en rondeau
round he is not my little pet
ten will he be but not just yet
I love him like an only child
but his feelings for me are mild
t'was love at first sight when we met
nine years later love has not set
it will remain lest I forget
with time's toll we are reconciled
round he is not
French is his name yet he is nyet
all day asleep and he is all set
just don't expect him to run wild
my puppy and I are just mild
being laid back he has no regret
round he is not//
renato
26 october 2019 11:37am PHL time
Satish Verma, 26 october 2019
No Explanation
How difficult it was to
remain a simple truth,
as passive grass
with no frills.
I was ready to talk
heart to heart.
You cannot stand all the ink,
writing, simple verse, furtively.
What was eating you up,
I asked the milkweed.
"On this summer, monarchs
were not coming to breed"
it said.
I felt the unease. Grappled with the
amount of pain, at tiny thoughts.
The scale and brutality
of the times, the throats slit open.
Like a clam you shut up.
steve, 25 october 2019
"Fly Away"
I guess I should let go... as you want no part of me...
And never get to know the part.. that I will never see,
The part of you I've longed for.. the part I've never known...
The part that's kept behind closed doors... a fortress made of stone,
I know just where I stand .. you can't help the way you feel...
We can't control what's in our heart.. or expect it to be still,
And though my true desire.. runs deeper than the sea...
Sometimes we have to bury pain.. before we can be free,
And I will not forget you... I wouldn't even try...
Does the moon forget the stars.. as they share the evening sky?
I must take my love and "fly away".. while the winds beneath my wings...
But you will always have my heart.. and I'll always have my dreams.
Satish Verma, 25 october 2019
How Did You Arrive?
After sitting in dark
through the black smiles,
you cannot stand the light.
The bloodshed, inclusive
of measuring the purity of intent,
celebrating the arrival―
and departure, ignoring the passage.
The road smells the spot, and feeds the rags.
These leaps and bounds
land you at the dead end. No trees
no leaves. Where you will go now?
How you hate yourself, now
beheading the roses. The cloud forest, where
you will find a new carnivore.
steve, 24 october 2019
"No Words"
Though all you have for me is hate... I'll always care for you...
Because nothing that you said.. made me feel the way you do,
Am I supposed to walk away.. and never say your name...
Never dream of you again.. and pretend there is no pain,
Tell myself to just let go .. you never cared for me...
And put my broken heart away.. that I wore on my sleeve,
Because my whole world got darker.. when you said goodbye...
And though you wouldn't know it .. I'd think of you and cry,
I don't know what I did.. that would turn your heart to stone...
But when you said goodbye to me .. it hurt right to the bone,
Any thoughts of touching you.. have all dissolved away...
And any dreams I had of us.. will never see the day,
So I try hard to not think about.. the last time I saw you...
I don't want to feel your hate.. much less believe it's true,
You took me by complete surprise .. I had "no words" to say...
And I can't fight the one I love .. I had to walk away,
I thought that we were stronger than any play on words...
I thought that we were friends.. but I guess that's been deferred,
It's not easy letting go .. but you know I can't hold on...
If that's the way you really feel.. you're already gone,
I'll just have to face the dark.. the way I always do...
Shed some tears before I sleep.. and wake up without you.
Satish Verma, 24 october 2019
People Versus Silence
In the humid night
there was a circularity
of rhythmic chirping of the crickets.
Suddenly there is a lull.
Everything stops in the tracks.
Then a chorus rises―
building up to crescendo.
You become easily distracted
being sole surviving species―
not defending you flaws.
Then your mind shrinks.
You would like to hide
the emptiness, but
the psyche impales you.
The baby moon starts
transliterating the great―
silence on your lips.
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jeśli tylko
tak się zawsze mówiło :)
13 october 2024
artystowski..
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tak, to jest ten konkret (jeden widz) którego
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Fajne bytowania:)
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Jedna pani śpiewała Arię z Carmen tylko dla
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taniec pingwina na szkle...
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klaskanie jedną ręką
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Dialog jednej osoby.
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no, też tak mam, nie wiem co się porobiło,
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prawie wszystkie wiersze są o przyrodzie
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tyle się o niej mówi, a dziwi, że przyszła..
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