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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 3 august 2018

Poem of Being

habagat
 
ah the
southwest wind brings
thunderclaps and raindrops
playing staccato notes keenly
upon
 
the roof
it's been awhile
since i have savored the
vapors of alimuom before
the rain//
 
renato
3 august 2018
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 august 2018

Transmutation

The single purple moon 
was cruising non-chalantly. 
You come out at the window- 
and hit the headlines. 
 
Put on hold, my existential 
being. I am becoming 
non-existent. The abundant 
mental ills, become a cause. 
 
Do you agree on this verdict? 
It comes back to haunt you, 
Your past. The black hope dis- 
membering you. You come - 
 
out finally to declare the murder. 
I am waiting in the wings.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 july 2018

Gliding

Was it altruistic, donating 
the light to the 
data-catchers? 
 
Sexing at the crack of 
dawn, when you 
were still a primate? 
 
Let a requiem begin 
for the repose of undead 
souls, writhing in life. 
 
Draped in skin, the 
hungered crowd, comes 
for a dip in confluence. 
 
The frail sky now falls 
in the river. there will-
be no prayer today.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 july 2018

One More Anniversary

The dust blends with 
the humid specks. 
Smoke twirls. Hangs for a 
while, and then departs. 
 
Something was burning far away. 
Inside me also. To ashes. 
I release the crematory. 
It was over. 
 
I will scatter the years, 
spent with you. On a sand bar. 
Where we stood when tide was 
low. Now it is overwhelmed, 
 
the bank. The seagulls don't 
leave ther engraved, gender signs.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 29 july 2018

just being

po
 
strange it
sounds at first to
the ears after all the
years away back home again this
stranger
 
in a
strange land where age
at long last bestows a
monosyllabled title on
the old
 
when prose
is riddled with
honorific after
honorific it takes some getting
used to//
 
renato
sunday 29 july 2018


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 july 2018

For A Desirable World

An extreme smog descends 
on your eyes. A heavy haze envelops 
the landscape. You watch the 
world crumbling around you. 
The death was very beautiful 
thing, a moment before dying. 
 
Becoming activist had contributed 
towards the end; like 
targeting yourself to be hanged. 
The particulates pollution of 
depression had seeped, and 
Milky Way was asking, are you breathing? 
 
The fish now swims outside 
the body. Death has many colours to celebrate.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 july 2018

Under The Cloud

The depression, 
in purple moon, 
scattering black magic. 
 
The eatery, I ask, why were 
you hungry? 
The singsong tea pot smiles. 
 
The theme of mist 
valley, incites the palazzo; 
and the riots begin. 
 
A dark silhouette, looms─ 
against the falling star, 
I start picking up the debris. 
 
On the fringe of 
economic boom, I put my 
hands in the wronged shirt.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 july 2018

Thinking Aloud

The flames had 
not reached the sun. Moon 
was asked to take a leave. 
 

 
In candle march, 
someone starts crying. 
Moon was found in lake. 
 

 
An anger jumps 
like a monkey. A Buddha 
does not agree.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 july 2018

Thinking Aloud

The flames had 
not reached the sun. Moon 
was asked to take a leave. 
 

 
In candle march, 
someone starts crying. 
Moon was found in lake. 
 

 
An anger jumps 
like a monkey. A Buddha 
does not agree.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 july 2018

Masculinity

A restive moon 
went on skirmishing with- 
the palm leaves in dark. 
 

 
There was no 
move to prevent the private 
fleet of homegrown myths. 
 

 
Scores of fallen 
shoots you will find on the street 
after the violence.


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