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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 september 2018

Paralysed

When,
the scream ends, you start
digging the shadows of
red berries.

The sky,
scoops the children of rape,
waiting for
the rains.

The tiger beetle,
will run after the winged prey
of first love.

Would you like to taste
the moon in the dark bowl
of malicious night?

Reading about the spell
of the roses, I went to a
Sufi, for an epitaph.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 september 2018

Words Play

Blending with the light,
as ancients did-
on the leafy path.

You turn your gun-
on an old skull,
with broken teeth,

to rewrite the murder,
without qualms. A sniper
would take an aim.

Untouchable, the years
roll by, sending echos
in the valley of tears.

A final stroke.
The blood stops in the veins
while the angel sleeps.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 august 2018

Absurd Myths

Crossing the divine,
I ask the marigolds
to return to the dust.

The gods were angry,
and dead would not speak
and the living were dead.

I am now heading towards-
the mute bells, disbelieving-
the great enlightment.

Rebuilding what was not true.
A dream will start telling
the price of the inflicted wounds.

I am not sure:
who were at fault.
The letters?
or the words?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 august 2018

The Sterility

Becoming scattered,
the winged visitors
in my chest.

Is there a home-
for sane thoughts in the jungle-
of unthruths?

How long I will
continue my journey
in search of grass?

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Post Scriptum

Post Scriptum, 29 august 2018

Once upon a mind in a work of art

'Let's make ma angel...' said God one day;
'...a piece of heaven for mortal eyes.
She'll save a soul that's gone astray,
guide it back home, through darkest skies."

And there on a dot, somewere in space,
God put an angel, the cutest thing.
And all the life was so amazed,
'she's like a jewel in crown of kings.'

Out of the blue, she stands in my door;
like piece of Eden, stunning, and proud.
Set heart on fire, its very core;
'is this a dream, am i aloud

to feel this love and even more,
to find my peace in heavens arms;
to see my life in amber stones,
to care for her untill i die?

This mirracle in no mans land,
where people love each others hate,
is what i fight for couse i stand
behind what's beautiful and great.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 august 2018

No Coming And Going

Defrosting,
the mutability of homicide.
You were lost in dreams
stoking the protests of eyes.

What were the explicit
suggestive remarks?
A personality disorder for going back
to pyramids and searching the priest?

Embrace the death, who
says. The pavallion was empty.
Game was over and boys had
gone to dethrone the kissed thief.

The questions run, trailing
the path. What was the nature
of this thought, I say when
sky was infinite?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 august 2018

Walking Shadows

A cherry legacy
and the orange pick.
Let me go wild.

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Embellishing
the rock, with flowers,
for a golden fruit.

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A journey, for
the comfort of slopes,
on the clear lake.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 august 2018

Intriguing

The wind was black
and I wanted to make an eye contact
with the unknown.
Following the stars
in midnight-

there was something called
desire, in clean moon,
untying the knots-
in breast. The truth
was not in kernel,

it was in the flowing veins
of the leaves; sun, trapped
in green carbon. The-
wordless poem dousing
the fire between the cinders.

The cosmic door opens, shuts.
The bird song covers your tracks.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 august 2018

Writing Furtively

Becoming musical
at the end time,
like a whooper's swan.

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The poet sings
for carnations, when
the snow melts.

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The secret,
you do not want to share
with death.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 august 2018

The Gift Of Abandonment

The fantasy:
of moving in a circle,
taking a flower bath. A metaphysical
misquote. You were losing
your identity.

There was no abstract folly.
I will protect all the concrete truths.

To find a lover in the woods.

Fighting my demons
I start a circuitry of unborn vows.

The onslaughts continue.
Night comes with all its glory
to torment me, in absence of moon.

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