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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 february 2019

Silent Journey

The orange poem
wanted to blunt the white
moon, obliquely,

liberating the sameness
from the hands of
twin souls.

There was no invitation
to jump from the immoral peaks
when the fire broke out.

A blue thorn
in the flesh of a pink dawn
explores the text of broken earth.

Dust on dust
writes a song of wings
who would not take a flight.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 february 2019

Unthinking

Earth was sending a long
shadow on the moon.
A great night for both of them.

*

A city of dreams
lies still. A divine path
opens for the erring earthlings.

*

A night falls
surreptitiously on the lake.
The moonlight was trapped by waves.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 february 2019

Volatility

Sailing over the body,
dream to dream
I see, a seated Buddha,
at salt coast.

Everytime you were on wrong
side. It was only accidental?
You start making a snap against
the thumb.

Levitating, you start to under-
stand life anew, cajoling
the pain of abandonment on
the roadside.

Dark lightning sexed the
clouds. Eons away a galaxy
had cried and signature came,
milky way.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 january 2019

Different Renderings

You were lost
like a rolled away pill.
Hibiscus was waiting

*

As the night departs,
I will look at the moon
through misted eyes.

*

A bridge has collapsed.
How sad.
A bell tolls endlessly.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 january 2019

Song At The End Of The Road

Drinking from the portrait
of an alienated moon
in a self-taught remedy―

I was looking very
hurt in the muse, which
had failed the earth.

I wanted to say, my
sun was my sun,
broken, eclipse by eclipse.

Who was traitor to oneself?
Sifting the leaves of a
raptor, to find the death

under the shade of
sundew, which blooms
when you become an insect.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 january 2019

Escaping

You walked with me
when it was pitch-dark.
How do I find you in light?

*

These were the last roses,
for you. Henceforth
no water will flow from the eyes.

*

Only your face will swim
on the nippy moon;
burning skylark.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 january 2019

Blackness Of Moon

You walk out from
the bruises, like a late
bloomer, for a clandestine
affair with indigo pain.

I break the barrier,
and teach myself, how not
to make an incendiary bomb.
A cohort will untie the barbed wires.

Now you can tread carefully
on fire ants, undaunted.
While stitches will take care
of the woundless blood.

A hoax sends you scurrying,
to find the golden apple,
which never emerges in light.
In despair you commit a crime.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 january 2019

A Snaky Path

Where do I begin,
extracting the earth
from your skin?

The grim reaper
would wait. I have
to unwrap the gifts―

digging out the roots,
peeling off the bark.
The time stands still.

An exit wound
will receive the unborn
daughters.

Mother dust will
return the name
of annihilator.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 january 2019

Questioning Again

Writing,
a blood code.
Manipulating the taint.

Path,
towards the violence,
had the tribal instinct.

Scent,
of testosterone,
was the key thread.

You,
will not know, what
I conceive of the coming onslaught.

Constellation,
was ready to strike.
I am not myself today.

O, life, we will never know each other.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 january 2019

Metaphysical

Like the artifacts of ruins,
you look back
at the lost innocence.

Too much knowing,
was hurting.
Life does not spare you twice.

You arrive incognito
in the jungle of
fake hugs and kisses.

Innovative. The fear
strikes, bites with
a lethal sting.

Could not reverse
the anhydrous eyes.
Trying to exhaust the vision.

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