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Satish Verma, 26 february 2019
What Times
The upbeat moon
becomes dazed, when you
start, the dance of death.
Personified, lone word,
unloved; changes the
choreography.
Given space, a sick
crowd, expands, unsquares,
for the throne.
The abysm from which
the cicadas are crawling out
to devour our being.
I do not want to
control you, your song.
I am burning in my own holocaust.
Satish Verma, 25 february 2019
Your Voice
There was a sharp rise
of indecent things. On the
rocks you left my name
without flowers.
Make a heap of all
the gifts of life and griefs and
start a bonfire. No message
is going to come.
Let us live in separate bowls
of soup. Time had swept
them clean for a murder.
One day the alien god will
alight from the sins,
to alter the numbers.
The mudslide of untruths
will scupper your house
made of paper and pen.
Satish Verma, 24 february 2019
Fermenting Mind
A desire spews the rocks.
Between two moments
lies my body.
Learning the first alphabet
of violence. I fail myself
in the lily pond.
Statues and inscriptions
were me. I had become
the god of doubts.
A disembodied faith
overtakes my senses,
I float between the words.
The humming
starts from a formless bee.
The everpresent honey drips.
Satish Verma, 23 february 2019
Resistance
Hiding from each other
your prosperity.
I wanted to remain a fakir.
*
This was the faith
in its truest sense. I wanted
to live in childhood paucity.
*
Like the first letter
I wrote to you, I am
sending you a poem.
Renato N. Mascardo, 22 february 2019
departures
in this empty room
no chats
day in day out
for days and days the room
stands still almost forlorn until
someone
departs
leaving the rest
still remaining to grieve
and touch before our room goes
empty//
renato
21 february 2019
for Rebecca Toledo and Liwayway Ibasco
Satish Verma, 22 february 2019
Ingression
After tasting the homemade
poison, the walls,
start moving.
The poppies are in bloom.
I am not interested in morphine
or codeine. A sago palm has
come of age, preparing to
put up the conical sex.
A trust deficit will not know,
the signature of veneer, of
the gender.
Something moves behind the
bushes. I was already afraid
of emptiness. After the violence,
amputations and barrenness.
The desert invades my bones.
Cannot sleep with hands
on my chest. Will you
collect some runners?
I want to raise
the grass for the sake of commanality.
Satish Verma, 21 february 2019
Frenetically
The nephrite syndrome.
I will not change the―
calculus, to find the truth
of the flesh.
The paid price of chemistry
will make history. If
you can stop the blitz―
of the replicas.
It ends like a fire, without
ashes. The limbs check
the fall. Across the river
an isle erupts.
The prisoner at last escapes,
from the procession of profanities.
You are finally liberated,
releasing the lost poem.
Satish Verma, 20 february 2019
Head And Torso
Nothing-ness fills me
again. Once visiting a funeral
home, a child asked me,
why do the people die?
How do I explain the dark
side of life? A blunt trauma,
makes me jaded. One collapsing
process creates the black hole.
A nude, the tall figure, stands
on the rock, much venerated,
and you cannot take off the
eyes, deciphering the skin.
In the intense pain of―
learning, a fantasy of
looking out at a ghost deity
in the vegetable, springs a miracle.
Satish Verma, 19 february 2019
Some Glimpses
Moon rose from
obscurity, once I released
the fury of darkness.
*
Do not want to
repeat; why my song was
stolen by flight of birds.
*
The negativity of
the penknife. Always tearing
away the heart.
Satish Verma, 18 february 2019
An Opening
I will color
the sky, grieving for the
departed moon.
*
Tossing my words
onto the lake, to bring back
my baby pink.
*
Night I had woven
a gold pattern on the bed.
Memory will know.
Latest comments:
9 july 2025
violetta
Tak, tylko winko bezalkoholowe:)
9 july 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
wisi, to był ten sam gagatek, chyba się opamiętał,
8 july 2025
jak ma na imie?
8 july 2025
jeden z nas
8 july 2025
nie da się
8 july 2025
Czego, piwa?:)
8 july 2025
Halki nie są aż takie cienkie:)
8 july 2025
No co ty:) nie akceptuję:)
8 july 2025
te diety są przerażające, gdzie zrozumienie
8 july 2025
wow. miałem kiedyś białą myszkę była wesoła
8 july 2025
i to jest piwołanie poety
8 july 2025
motyle moga nas opuścić i wtedy trzeba przejsc
9 july 2025
wiesiek
8 july 2025
wiesiek
7 july 2025
jeśli tylko
5 july 2025
jeśli tylko
4 july 2025
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