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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 november 2023

Mementos

When huge trees
walk, the rocks
tremble.

This was a sacred
ritual, to get the
tang of stings.

Distressed,
the naked eye
roams in ruins.

Behind the veil,
the moon will heal the
acid burns.

How will you
celebrate the night,
for sylvan setting?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 november 2023

No Dark Crime

I am done for,
jumping the wall of
signature pain.

I hear you talking
in whispers, to an invisible
god of absence.

A journey breaks
halfway. Were you going
to write off our hand-made tapestry?

O God, you hit
precisely. I want to throw
back your kindness.

Ah, the scars don't
go. Time does not heal
the wounds of earth.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 november 2023

Penultimate

Sundown
body becomes blue.
You were stitching
opals in eyes.

How do I find
you, when you would not
come in twilight?

The flight of a swan
takes a turn to cross
the river of flames.
Would you be a witness?

For the sake of death
don't die, amidst the hymns
of pain in dark shadowing life.

I know, I will
suffer in sunlight, when
the moon squeezes the blood.

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steve

steve, 13 november 2023

"What To Say"

I don't know "what to say" to you, I don't know what to do...
This broken heart will never heal, unless I'm far from you,
You feel nothing in your heart, you have no love for me...
While I struggle with feelings for you, that you refuse to see,
You don't need me in your life, you've got so many friends...
You don't need someone who cares, you need someone who bends,
I'm at my very end, and just want to run away...
The pain keeps getting stronger, and the skies are always grey,
I want not to walk away, for my heart belongs to you...
But if you don't want me in your life, I must face the truth,
My only option is to run away, as far as I can get..
Don't look back, don't say your name, don't try again just quit,
I don't know "what to say" to you, I don't know what to do...
Goodbye would be so easy, if I weren't in love with you.

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Anuraag Sharma

Anuraag Sharma, 13 november 2023

A LETTER FROM BUDDHA TO CONFUCIUS IN AN URGENCY OF COVID -19

Dear Luang Phi,
it is 4:00a.m. And April, 3.
The tenth moon—a shut argument
begins to wind up and shy away
with stars sinking one by one
like hypothesizes.
A dark lull looms over the sleeping city.
And I sitting in this Vihara
think of Lu,
of you, Bhante!
Your wisdom, your words, your
wanderings! lost into a sty.
A saint is a projectile thrown
into ad infinitum
into an endless sky.
How comes it, then, that the parabola
turns into hyperbola.
Kung Fu! were you the one
who cared more for the human
beings than the burnt stables
unthinking of the horses, the centaurs.
Were you the one who
invented nothing, yet a transmitter.
Your disciples and descendants transmitting
a horrid hell for humanity.
A shameless dragon spitting
infernal phlegm invisible—
A choked city mews and whimpers
in a coma. The bang at Wuhan
rent apart the sky from horizon
to horizon. The Astroid 7853
has hit the pleura of April
unsinging the songs of Spring.
Bhante! You envisioned and your progeny
bartered for an autumn—all
pervading when they fall like
leaves, lone in isolation.
Ages ago, my substances—Kashyapa
Matanga, Dharmaratna met with
your shadow—Zi Gong
on the banks of Hwang Ho,
exchanging formal greetings,
perennial good and the analects.
Shadows after shadows after
lengthened under a suffocating sun
lost in the labyrinths of
all that is not Confucius.
Bhante! Could we weep together
in isolation, though for what
we together had dreamt and
been denied. A thin crack in the
South Wall Frieze of the Supreme court
is a chink in the façade of this Vihara.
Beyond this crevice, the birdling of a sun
sings in. A tear-drop from
your half-shut eyes floating
down the Yellow R, down
to Brahamputra—moists
my cheeks.
The Vihara is awakened!

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 november 2023

I Was Not Green

Paper wasps tend―
to simulate. What
if death becomes a part
of our life?

I sent the message
over the hills and moon,
when you were gone.

Without pain, were
you ready for the ending
of life, when life was itself
dying daily?

The day lips crack,
little or nothing was left
to say the voiceless hymns.

Your truth, was beautiful.
Was it a real truth?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 november 2023

Human Gifts

Moon was climbing
down the stairs for the
soul searching.

Red, yellow, blue.
Someone has to die
for the rainbow.

You pretend to be
innocent, sitting outside
your home. Time was up.

The feeling persists.
Something has left behind
to knit the two torn threads.

The future karma
still claims the oldest
hymns of dark.

I am not going anywhere.

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steve

steve, 11 november 2023

"Cold Heart"

What hurts the most is finding out.. that you "never" cared for me...
I thought you were my friend for life.. but it would never be,
Everything you've ever said.. has all been just a lie...
You broke my heart beyond repair.. and left me asking why?
What kind of friend could hurt someone.. the way that you've hurt me...
After all the times you spoke of love.. that I should clearly see,
There is no love inside you.. except your love for you...
They all tried to warn me.. but I couldn't see the truth,
You used me like so many.. that's just what users do...
And when there's nothing left at all.. you try to blame them too,
It's an ice "cold heart".. to crush someone.. and leave them there to die...
You took the shirt right off my back.. and never said goodbye,
For all the pain that you've caused.. and all the lies you've told...
Will someday circle back to you.. and hit you hard ten fold,
I know that I should hate you.. but I look at you and cry...
As you made greed instead of love.. your partner till you die,
You've lived your whole life taking.. that which you've not earned...
You've stepped on lives without a thought.. and left them there to burn,
I pity the person you've become.. and what lies ahead for you...
Because we "all" must someday answer.. for "today" the things we do.

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George Krokos

George Krokos, 11 november 2023

A Sonnet For You and Me

Awake! arise! you've been sleeping too long
and following the ways of all the throng.
Look around and see what you need to do
and begin to accomplish something new.
You may even have to finish those things
entrusted with you and for all life brings.
Don't brood too much now or linger over
what could have been but instead recover.
Press forward with a good diligent heart
leave sorrows behind, take an active part
in those things presently before you cast
lest it be said you weren't up to the task.
Be ever steady with your heart's resolve
and in life do things that help to evolve.
________________________

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George Krokos

George Krokos, 11 november 2023

Simple Observation 159 - From a fertile soil and sun....

From a fertile soil and sun plus the rain of many showers
come the blossoms of spring and the fragrance of flowers.
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