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Satish Verma, 10 july 2019

The Sorcery

I can do it, hold the wasp
in my palm― without grains
and short of fructose.

Layer by layer eggs
will leak― wetting
the vibrating stigma.

Neat abuses, will suck
the milk of nodding thistle.
No marrow comes out to save the elixir.

The hoofers, without
stirrups were running blindly
after the fallen apple.

The sage sways sadly
in the passive winds. It’s aroma
enters the stream of sex.

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Satish Verma, 9 july 2019

After Meeting God

You should not be present―
everywhere, O God. Pull down,
all the shutters of your temples.

I am mortified, of a
hidden hand, that gives
spurious― sugar coated hymns.

A hometown crowd
assembles at the door of the―
palace to hear the arrival.

What was the natural
descent made of? A cyber attack
was the most desirable thing.

A crypt sets you free―
from the engraved sermons.
All night I will sit on the vigil, for a vision.

The book was blank
for a goodnight deal. I will
not cross any unwritten poem.

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Satish Verma, 8 july 2019

It Kills It Kills

Eaten up, by wanderlust―
I started my sleepwalks
cheating my dreams.

The grace of knife was there...
it did not open in daylight.
Night was the brilliant host.

When do I meet you―
behind the moon― when stars
were not twinkling out of fear?

The rare gift of footnotes
was sufficient to explain―
the meaning of abstract pain.

You will not treat the stings―
very unkindly. They were
meant to awaken you from letting it go.

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Satish Verma, 7 july 2019

Gold Coins

A hate apart, living in embraces,
one night― you find the
bridge collapsed― in the
forest of skins.

In exasperation― I watch
the face of the adultery. I
will know― I am going too fast
for the hypocrisy.

Why you were becoming too
cozy to the silence of the necks.
The little feet are not―
able to run for the morning star.

Shutting the lamps. No moths
will descend on the books― no
bleeding of the verse, so
you can become empty of arithmetic.

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Satish Verma, 6 july 2019

Negation Of What

Living,
in the wounds,
like a gas dragged into
the black hole.

Bedeviling the light.
There are no winners in this war.
Corona will not sit
on any head.

There was ambivalence
in the robust thrust.
The hard x-rays will
burn the thoughts.

Do not go on chasing the
grazed genre. The style
will bring back the questions
which had no answers.

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Satish Verma, 5 july 2019

Karmic Influence

Under surveillance, the vegetable―
lives on ventilator.
All doors were shut― for the
dark― to remain inside.

The spastic breathing with―
rising chest, delivers the
nuances of death. Are you
sure― it was easier to live?

Asking the destiny to wait―
at the door. You can write
your own epitaph―
on the dust― for posterity.

I am coming home to collect―
your letters― you were
writing to me daily― but
never dared to post.

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Jonathan Davidoff Behavio, 4 july 2019

Two years old

Darkness in my eyes made me blind,
I`m blinking slower and slower,
I`m not telling what to do.
In the corner of this room I can feel myself.

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Satish Verma, 4 july 2019

Against Nobody

Do you need a divine witness―
if I abdicate a claim
on you, saluting the dark?

Drawing the ire of a void,
the violence becomes visible―
when earth starts dying.

The completeness― will give
you a rude welcome― after
you were landuishing in wait.

An intern surrogacy―
defies the sexual assault of the
gimmick. Why did not you
swear in the moon?

In jitters. I start―
making circles again― and again.
Will I remember―
who am I?

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Satish Verma, 3 july 2019

A Paragon

Like a starfish― you are
not a star, always opening
the shells― with your tube fest
to find the pearls.

Predator― you will attack
in a crowd― when it is dark―
coming out of your skin.

Flesk for flesh. It was your dynasty.

I cannot reconcile. I cannot
play the game of chess―
and checkmate the opponent.
Will wait for a nemesis.

Unorthodox. The nature
reveals its move― in the galaxies.
The earth is in―
mid-life crisis.

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Satish Verma, 30 june 2019

The Right Moment

Tell me,
how would you die
when the call comes?

A hollow skin―
with no viscera― underneath.

Will you cry―
while breaking away from the earth―
carrying your own urn?

Elysian vision―
was not very clear
and Styx was full of bodies.

There was no space left
to celebrate the liberation.

A parchment paper
with your fading name printed;
after the petition of right
to exist, undying
in deeds.

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poetry

The Sorcery

After Meeting God

It Kills It Kills

Gold Coins

Negation Of What

Karmic Influence

Two years old

Against Nobody

A Paragon

The Right Moment

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