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Satish Verma, 10 august 2019
Matter Of Fate
While ascending throne,
you cover up your tracks―
by putting up the somber demeanor.
I don't find myself happy.
No stings visible. The world
is savagely beautiful, always
indulging in finding a goat.
Can you see through a person?
Wooden legs cannot take you very―
far. What you need was your intent,
to scramble and make a kill
of a subtone.
The crowd goes in a tizzy.
Tortoise in a bag, was moving
faster than the man.
Satish Verma, 9 august 2019
Blood Stained
For a long time
I will look at you
to find my image.
In the grainy morn―
the frivolity,
dithers.
Thrown from the roof
a cluster of flowers
for vanity.
Satish Verma, 8 august 2019
Vendetta
Brown eyes:
little things―
I ask from you.
This is the holy land,
you can walk, without
offering anything.
I will not surrender
an alter ego
for a price.
The walls scoop
the shadows
for future skin.
A small pilgrimage
for the
dying god.
It hurts when
my lips will not touch
the flame.
Satish Verma, 7 august 2019
It Was Not Vicious
Digging deep into
the body of moment, you have
to find out the roots/of dopamine―
blend of dopa and amine,
circulating the gossip. It was
a prelude before a personal take―
into the consciousness of guilt.
Do you need to bring in
the demigods and tree nymphs―
for fertility? The arboreal pain
sends the apology of the shade.
There was no need of any limbs to
walk. Standing on the brink,
you can reclaim the pyramids.
The precocity of non-existence
appears, when you start confronting
the blue lake of tiny eyes.
Satish Verma, 6 august 2019
About Unhappenings
Taking refuge behind the
solemn words, you speak loudly.
It rattles you, when you―
hear, it was the world's end.
I have not yet spoken to you
about the happenings, which never happened.
You want to slingshot the
malignancy without your remedy.
Illegible was the writing
on the parchment. I must dig up the ruins.
Matter of instinct, when you start
washing your hands and spitting unendingly.
Satish Verma, 5 august 2019
It Was Distressing
The red dot was sinking
to smear the lake. It was
in soft focus, the waning light.
You want to bury
the attachment, on the bank.
Let the waves wash away―
the footprints. The
clan was in great distress.
On ventilator, the icon was not dying.
Innocence goes on the block
I will not get a fair deal
from the silence of the stone.
The disk tumbles
into obscurity. Who will
bring peace to the withering art?
Satish Verma, 4 august 2019
Speaking Stones
When there was a cloudburst―
it was time― I thought
for the soul search.
Again I turn back to―
our complexity, in religion,
caste and lineage.
The prairie was giving―
way, for a volcano to erupt.
Can there be a drive from the back seat?
A prisoner of one's own
follies, you would wait till―
the sky comes down and liberates you.
The illegitimacy bursts
open, when you claim that
no child was left behind.
Satish Verma, 3 august 2019
Holed Up
You are becoming a
frozen leak, the violet
end.
Ultra was not going beyond
the zero. Here the―
journey ends.
Dispersion of light was
increasing, the surface tension
between me and religion.
Again you are deflecting,
taking an oblique route
to find the truth.
Who was the father
of an unborn lie?
I was not expanding any more.
Satish Verma, 2 august 2019
Times Are Changing
Addictive in shambles, that was
cognitive decline―
amidst wars of life,
with a right to death.
The gold dust falls
from the dead, colliding stars,
after the violence of giants.
You may not need stem cell transplant now.
Like a gamma ray burst― of
cataclysmic events― to start
the creation of verse. Were you
ready to hear the inner voice?
The urge to go up, was very strong
without grit. My burden will
increase if you are―
reluctant to propel yourself.
Satish Verma, 1 august 2019
Till The Ceremony
I accept, my defeat―
in the hands of Ariel.
You start hiding from your
own chrysanthemums.
Trying to merge the agony
with the diminutive flight.
The tale of a big fall from
the height of assimilation―
I will go all the way to
challenge the unknown fear.
The passage was full of
bumps, slowing the pace of kisses.
Latest comments:
14 october 2024
Ananke
extra, szczególnie początkowe wersy, czytam
14 october 2024
czegoś za mało, albo za dużo, choć jest tu
14 october 2024
wszystko mi się podoba, oprócz : "bramy
14 october 2024
mnóstwo, mnóstwo.....
14 october 2024
tylko...co robiłeś pod mostem ;)
14 october 2024
czekała, czekała i się nie doczekała
14 october 2024
ostatnio widziałam co może zrobić tzn sztuczna
14 october 2024
kaszka, kaszka, jeszcze mega świeża ;p
14 october 2024
:*
14 october 2024
Jaga
Światło kolory snom przywraca :)
14 october 2024
Kołysząc się na księżycu/ gdy na niebie
14 october 2024
Miłości się wszystko wybacza :)
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