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Satish Verma, 23 october 2019
Chasing The Wild Cat
Pushed aside and
sequestered, like a
frieze, you hang on a wall.
From grape to grapefruit
the journey was tedious.
When you start reading the mind,
the crisis deepens.
Cannabis? Like psychoactive;
the anger rises against hyper―
male identity. A gender
based disorder. It kills
scores of cuckoos. Who will
give now, a mating call?
A prison-break. You set
free all the songs and
release the inmates of conscience.
Satish Verma, 22 october 2019
Shooting Stars
It is over. The curtain falls.
I have come to settle―
my account with the waning moon.
Will call you later,
when the dawn breaks
and sun spells out the light.
The water has receded―
on the beach, leaving some
empty shells, hollowed fish
and upturned paper boats.
I move around the small pool,
left by the angry sea.
You will start commenting
on my poems. I wanted to read
your handwritten notes to know―
how your mind works.
I will not meet you again.
Satish Verma, 21 october 2019
In Mist
There was a scream,
a howl. Something, somebody
had scuttled the platter.
You stop and frisk yourself,
and as if the red ants had
started coming out from your
eyes.
It wets the script. An apparition.
A dove flutters in the chest. A
fantasy, like you leave your body.
A window opens, shuts. Opens, shuts.
One vestigial flicker of the miasma
unsettles, the tree culture,
The undersides of the tongue becomes blue.
Do you know, you read
from the back side of the brain?
Have you heard the hindsight?
Yes, sometimes, means no.
Satish Verma, 20 october 2019
Off The Tangent
To foil the pride of
initiating the blasts;
there was a terror watch―
to share a common link
of violence.
And speak I will, for the
grains, for the grass,
in the endless search
for the peace.
The obsessed autism
illustrates the bipolar.
Light and darkness―
alternating.
A thought poetry, in
quantum physics, makes
a sacrifice. It will
not look back.
Satish Verma, 19 october 2019
A Nondescript Night
The quality drops. You
look at the sky.
A juvenile moon was
following us.
The intention was not very
clear. To shake off the tail,
we went behind the bushes―
to understand ourselves.
The ennui was taking a
big toll. The roots were becoming
robotic. Cannot negotiate an issue.
Seedless, you cannot
impregnate. No thoughts―
no poems.
But then the life has so
many giggles.
You can start reading a murder.
Satish Verma, 18 october 2019
Appropriatly Speaking
No use, running after the scent
of the hounded animal.
The cat was dead.
You cannot travel beyond the sound.
Your presence was noted―
in a particle only.
In the blurred image of a paper
you may exist, may not.
But I am alone. What was life?
An unheard script handed down
by unseen hand?
Sugar curtains and salt-water:
you cannot stand the acrimony
of the pair standing nonchalanty.
Satish Verma, 16 october 2019
Forces Unseen
He was slated to become
godless, without engaging―
the nature.
The violence continues
in every joint, after an ego clash
in fractured body.
A blood carnival, between
divine and the beast, paying
the debt of earth.
The decadence. Let it be.
Becoming beautiful
in great decline.
The dice has been thrown.
A chance to meet―
the death after the duel.
Satish Verma, 15 october 2019
Flawless
Like walking on coal dump
coming of age.
Magnifying the blackness
of a miner's hands.
Excavating a long burrow
to feed the pain.
A muffled cry and you
locate a bound sea.
A clear moon was rising
as a witness to this atrocity.
A classic dance of an
angry god to show the presence.
Satish Verma, 14 october 2019
Cross Beams
A quest for negativity
after becoming apolitical.
The moon was marginalized,
when you lighted your―
earthen lamp under the
holy basil.
At night the demons
begin the assaults to
make the milk dirty.
The bluebird descends
in the dream to pick up
the elders for a wreath.
I am not going to cross
the river in flames.
Renato N. Mascardo, 13 october 2019
and so it goes
muscae volitantes
floating
pieces of my
memories just beyond
the pale of the eyesight of my
dim mind
in the
morass of my
past the flotsam of what
I thought I knew flit by out of
my reach
still in
blind hope I wait
unwittingly for thoughts
long gone for wit long lost to me
I wait//
renato
13 october 2019
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13 october 2024
jeśli tylko
tak się zawsze mówiło :)
13 october 2024
artystowski..
13 october 2024
tak, to jest ten konkret (jeden widz) którego
13 october 2024
violetta
Fajne bytowania:)
13 october 2024
Imieniny Kota:)
13 october 2024
Belamonte/Senograsta
Jedna pani śpiewała Arię z Carmen tylko dla
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Jaga
taniec pingwina na szkle...
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klaskanie jedną ręką
12 october 2024
Weronika
Dialog jednej osoby.
12 october 2024
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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