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Renato N. Mascardo, 21 october 2017

holy haptics

simeon

enough
enough oh lord
this babe in my arms has
heard my beating heart full of joy i can now
depart

renato
saturday 21 october 2017

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Satish Verma, 21 october 2017

Absurdity had a presence.
I was trying
to find the meaning of a laughter.

The living stone-
had a personality,
in the battle of a cosmic dance.

It was crippling.
A wide swath of landscape
was inundated by fluid darkness.

You will not find
your home. Unconscious mind
was busy in knitting –

a yellow moon. Do you
hear the sound of loneliness
in the black sky?

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Renato N. Mascardo, 21 october 2017

trickster time has the last laugh

in time

has it
been that long since
our minds touched

has it
been ages since
we spoke in whispers

has it
been such a long
while since we looked at each other
and smiled

like oil
time smoothens the
the jagged edges of
the memories that we shared in
the past

but now
that you are no
longer here i wait for
memories of life without you
to smoothen
in time//

renato
friday 20 october 2017

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Satish Verma, 20 october 2017

Tousling

Sighting the plankton,
it was the moondown
entry, of heron
in the lake.

*

Flawless, a big fish
eats the small fish.
It was not a
faux pas.

*

The animalism
outreaches. Would you
now go for a
favourite deity?

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Satish Verma, 19 october 2017

Scary?

Your slanting smile
like a pendant-moon
ready to collapse
on pomegranates.

*

Monstrous, bug-eyed,
my pug will jump;
whenever, I touch
his snub-nose.

+

Death was sparring
after a brief encounter.
What was the need
for living more?

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Satish Verma, 18 october 2017

The Resonance

In blue,
starry night.
Who was ephemeral?
The shifting sand?

*

The evil,
in turbulent waters,
outlives-
the flames.

*

Charred,
earthscape.
It was becoming an art.
You have countless abstracts.

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Satish Verma, 17 october 2017

It Was Time

Did you know
what was the time?
O, watchmaker,
trapped in your own shadow,
you were yourself a fugitive.

Leaky ethics.
Standing on the edge of
sunken earth, you were facing
an inevitable fall.
Do not take a flight, O time.

Walk with me. I did’t want
to lead you. Why were you
holding on to chaste buds. Birds
were gone. The gravitational
pull will find the targets.

Ah, the molested
intelligence, now wants, no compensation.

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Satish Verma, 16 october 2017

Something To Grieve

Facing an imminent
onslaught of apparitions, I
wanted an excuse,
to write a poem.

Staying raw,
in this dark, can I see your particle
face? Drop by drop you
moved away. Between –

you and me was a blue
lake. Shall I undo your
percussive existence, brutalizing
the wings, the peaks?

An Aryan pride? Why
not we walk back home
hand in hand, under the black
sky and a summer moon.

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Satish Verma, 15 october 2017

Step By Step

Are you questioning yourself
between right and wrong?
Moon was watching
solemnly.

*

A cuckoo sings
somberly. In a rainy morn.
Why were you not coming
for undoing a sin?

*

The evenings are
listless. Nothing to do,
nothing to brood.
Immaculate dying.

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Satish Verma, 14 october 2017

The Massacre

Arrange the foot-candles
for candela. I am not
going on back foot.
Moon was not burning tonight.

The real darkness descends.
You brace yourself
for a crude assault.
Clouds are thinning out.

You wanted to remove
yourself from the Eros.
Was it not egregious when,
someone is shot when he was sitting quietly?

An amorous saint? Will
you be able to separate-
sex from the violence? He was-
a jester, just acting in a movie.