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Satish Verma, 7 april 2019
Path Between The Nights
O human face,
coming from the furry past;
now I want you to
become, my death.
The naked ape, has
started hiding the tainted
shirt, loses battle,
and becomes beast again.
The acid attacks on
the nascent roses, I see
the ruins of frozen dreams.
Will you fetch the moonlight?
Carrying the cross, I choke
on my words. The lovers
will never be the same.
Satish Verma, 6 april 2019
The Otherside
Calibrating,
the orgy in sky.
Will you wish away, the
perpetual collisions?
The astronomer
does not want to visit
the temple, where
the celestial bodies were making love;
on the walls.
Sunflowers shedding
the petals. Want to change
the orientation. Moon-bitten
now amorous in dark.
Satish Verma, 5 april 2019
Homage To Unknown
Half-living in your gaze
a prisoner of messed―
up life in a petri dish.
Streaking in blood and salt
your inoculation failed.
Now a missed abortion,
takes place. You cannot
defend your freedom, before
the ruthless destiny.
The courage versus scourge
of dust and rage, of
the blowing grains of skeletons.
In my crescendo, you
will hear the most intense,
music of a resilient spirit.
Satish Verma, 4 april 2019
A Massive Withdrawl
The moon was coming up
in cross-dressing style
from he to she.
Smoking in pensive mood;
itching to be ready
for last farewell.
The evil makes you feel
good, to prove the
unrestricted love between the two.
A slight criticism for
Sisiphus. Why does not
he sing like a poor farmhand?
To die young makes them
cry. Why you were burning
your fuel without running on blazing coals?
Satish Verma, 3 april 2019
Intensity Of A Flame
Without audible conflict
I invoke your face
from withered names.
It was always a big NO,
when I would seek comfort
in high sounding verdicts.
An unspoken, painful,
agony to script for an
unwritten foe.
The muscle will twitch
involuntarily, to taste
one’s own ink.
In the waning moon
I will come at your door
to ask for a poem.
Satish Verma, 2 april 2019
Back To Savagery
Hacked to death.
All I scribbled on―
your breast.
I was on the verge of
a confession. I loved
you like never before.
A full moon, like a
toddler was hopping
towards me.
Never reached the
perfection. Do not have
any wants.
Getting the burns
from the cushions.
I will call you later.
Satish Verma, 31 march 2019
Hurting Myself
The blue stare
will stretch on the horizon.
A princely moon
enters the perforate shell―
in the oviform eye,
of the bruised lake.
I was ready to drink
the potion, the viper offers.
Tears and laughter, the
twin ecstasy of dying
by hinged fangs.
Satish Verma, 30 march 2019
The Undefined
A green hunt of words
does not dare to insert
the isthmus as indelible
mark between a future
and an unknown.
The fear becomes me. An
odius entry. Will you
help me to find the variations
in the storms of life deviating
from their narmal orbits?
I cannot separate you
my song, from the meaning
of the script. The indefinite thing
has the text of echos
coming from the stars.
The baby moon is climbing
up, to remind me: night
will not stay for long.
Satish Verma, 29 march 2019
The Days Of Agony
Were you the face of God
in the temple of tooth.
When fire was playing The Return
of the Desert.
I feel cheated, when talking
of nonviolence, when you go for
self-immolation in the
water of straits.
The military boots had failed,
to quench the thirst of dead.
How would you dig the graves
of mauled, tribal gods?
The final mile of human race
comes in the face of triumph
of the death, sharing
the borders of flowing blood.
Satish Verma, 28 march 2019
Generously
Different hues were lit up.
A water drop falls on my lips.
I will ask the words
to traverse the circle of clouds
for cascading moon.
let the mob―
climb the mount of greed.
I am here on the earth,
to meet the flames
of thoughts and shades
of wounds.
There is hope and the
chains. I will receive
them in ecstasy.
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7 july 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
po jednej. a moze . jesli tak to miejmy nadzieje
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ptaszek po drugiej stronie lustra..
7 july 2025
Kreton
Przepiękne
7 july 2025
w młodości wierzyłem w pieprzony posyęp i
6 july 2025
violetta
Uwielbiam i łączę z życiem :)
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Zmieniłam tytuł pod wpływem ;) Dziękuję
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Jedność z naturą :)
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i maki czerwone, rumianek biały...Witaj Jeślinko
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Niewymarzenie i smutki smutniejsze.
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Zarosłam myślami:)
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lubię do Ciebie zaglądać, Ewuś :)
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