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Satish Verma, 29 april 2018
Speaking One's Thought
Not able to sing─
you have become the song.
You will make me very poor
by giving charity.
It was a black dahlia, ready
to beset the moon in lunar eclipse.
And the word implant was not
appropriate. It has become toxic.
Downward you search the seeds
in dark. The spirits waiting in wings.
Death was the most beautiful thing
to happen on the stage before-
the play starts. I will invite
my paramour to light the lamp.
Satish Verma, 27 april 2018
Pathless
Mob tries to set
ablaze a Taj Mahal
I was flying a kite.
*
Tears swell in
the eyes of moon. Paper
lamp has come for a sail.
*
The long night─
I was ready to handover my
family silver to moon.
Satish Verma, 26 april 2018
Dawning Blue
The trust was intact
but you would not carry
it far, the stillness.
Propolis, that is
what you needed to plug
the echo of insult.
The polarized crowd
was throwing the rocks
at the moon.
May not fracture
the curve, you wanted
the release from unknown.
Where were you, when
the flame was extinguished?
How will I read the writing on wall.
Satish Verma, 25 april 2018
Serendipity
There was no space between
the bonsai.
You were growing in a flat
tray, spreading horizontally.
The plain glitter of absence
brings the unorder. You─
want to start a riot among
the fallen leaves of an autumn.
A civil war between words.
They were fighting without guns.
There are no comments, no
judgement. Only blood in the kitchen.
The surrogates were presented.
Are you ready to call the shots?
Satish Verma, 24 april 2018
Serendipity
There was no space between
the bonsai.
You were growing in a flat
tray, spreading horizontally.
The plain glitter of absence
brings the unorder. You─
want to start a riot among
the fallen leaves of an autumn.
A civil war between words.
They were fighting without guns.
There are no comments, no
judgement. Only blood in the kitchen.
The surrogates were presented.
Are you ready to call the shots?
Satish Verma, 22 april 2018
One Reality Show
Between the night and day
I will go─
for an icarian fall.
A commitment to resistance
was over. I am
melting under the moon.
Hold my hand. A
dramatic front was ready─
to destroy me.
Celebrating the death
was an intense mistake. It
was becoming a practice run─
for the hangman─
to sharpen his skill. There
was a long row of sinners.
Satish Verma, 21 april 2018
Deeply Scarred
There was no sky over your
head. You sidestep the lake
and drown in a stream.
After carpet bombing of
scars, you missed the moon
and skimmed by
virtue of birth.
Lifting the stony vices
for thanksgiving. A puppet─
dies on a string. Nobody
claims the body.
Mistrust runs deep. You
will not ride the tiger─
again. The urn contains the
ashes of blue eyes.
Satish Verma, 20 april 2018
Standing Still
The full moon was
rising. November nght.
I throw away my walking stick.
*
A shiver runs
through my thoughts.
I had lost you in the thick fog.
*
The large fig tree.
Had not tied the black thread
round the big trunk?
Satish Verma, 18 april 2018
Open And Closed Book
Salmonella wanted
to broker a truce─
between life and death.
We were very scared.
The questions were never answered.
A fault on the earth’s face.
Who will ask the─
hangman? The tree was
standing without roots.
The questions were never answered.
Who was the spider
and who was the fly?
A rose was unfazed;
it was a naked thorn.
The questions were never answered.
Satish Verma, 17 april 2018
A Tree House
The rubble was still rising
after the direct hit. The
private dens were in ruins.
Salicin? Do you know the─
willow-bark? My father said,
the spirit of the tree healed
and removed the suffering
and pain of man.
Celebrating the cease of
fire, death moves in a circle,
seeking the truce between the─
cage free neighbours.
Don’t pull out the tubers, the
roots. The ancient souls─
live in them. The psyche, you
will have to read off mute greens.
Ask the questions. From the wounded
earth, will be an electric response.
Latest comments:
27 december 2025
Belamonte/Senograsta
No oczywiście, wolę wypowiedź szczerą, miło
27 december 2025
marka
Delikatna i pęłna wdzięu fotografia.
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Piękne. Czy da się to zagrać?
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Klimatyczne, tajemnicze. Robi wrażenie.
27 december 2025
CZuć powagę chwili. Ciekawa praca.
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Nastrojowe światło. Super.
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Spacer do chmur.
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wolnyduch
Dzięki za niemą obecność... Wszystkiego dobrego,
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Ciekawa puenta... Też sądzę, że prawdziwa
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Tak, wspaniały Wiersz, to prawda, że są zawsze
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Jak zwykle wstrząsająco mocne i niezwykle prawdziwe pisanie,
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Wiem Bel, że cenisz komentarze, w przeciwieństwie
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