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Satish Verma, 17 october 2022
Afraid Of Suffering
Feeding the mouth
of fire with tribal love.
My contextual wait―
for the pledge begins.
You come as an
accused, wearing the
veil of moon to explain―
the vanishing act.
The purple nails
scratch the scented skin
to bring out the red,
flowing love.
If you become
beautiful in praise of
moment, I will bring
the burning moth.
The vicious bell rings again.
Satish Verma, 16 october 2022
Listen
Unlearning my life,
you ought to become a poet
in the dominion of words.
Wade the cool waters.
Your concepts become clear
I will give you a call from the boat
in deep sea.
Ah, this was embryonic
pain to bear the rape of truth.
This poverty's debt will
never be paid back.
Too far, the horizon
sinks in the arms of moon.
The condensed tears will―
read their own story.
The contours of broken
life will change.
Satish Verma, 15 october 2022
The Eternal Itch
One eyed closed
I would never know you.
Tormented― you have
to come out of your skin.
Time-lapses backward.
I draw the boundary
on sands to invite the invisible.
I know you would never come.
I shake hands with moon
in green valley of begonias.
There is no roof, no sky.
Only colored foliage of dreams.
Like deaf and dumb weavers
singing an autumn song.
Cuckoo will sing no more.
Tapestry was badly ruined.
Do butterflies laugh?
Satish Verma, 14 october 2022
Stretching The Wrinkles
To get a feel of
love for the jinx, unwrapping
the gift of dying.
I will not touch you, but
will catch your voice
and stop aging.
Come anonymously at
dusk and light the moon.
I will wait for you in dark.
Who was the criminal
in giving away the skin
of black moments?
One day behind the moon,
I will meet you
somewhere in storm.
At the centre
of gravity lies the ignominy
of black hole. Come and
let's make new stars.
Satish Verma, 13 october 2022
Hold Your Breath
Something was always
missing. I wouldn't
recognize me.
In my quietism,
I dig out the words, that
would give me otherness.
The ocean accepts
the martyrs of woody frames.
Fuel was not sufficient
to burn them.
Moon sizzles in
black fumes. Pure cotton
was needed to make wicks.
There will be a night vigil.
Where the crowd assembles.
I will present the thoughts
of a wandering soul
of unknown prophet.
Satish Verma, 11 october 2022
Subtractive Pains
Today you are a king
in sunlight, stalking the moon
in rainy dark night.
*
Staying innocent―
in pursuit of happiness,
living with wolves, beasts.
*
Celebrating
dawn, before sun rises to
melt down your dreams.
Satish Verma, 10 october 2022
Half Sinned
We will talk about
life and death, standing on
the track in dark.
*
Do not reach anywhere
untouching spots on hands
where sparks kindle.
*
Do you want to wash
out your sins, kissing the
black rocks of moon?
Marek Gajowniczek, 9 october 2022
Po trzykroć
Step zmieni się w błoto,
A miasta w ruiny.
Trudniej jest despotom
Wymyślać przyczyny
Dla której trwa branka
Wojennej pożogi.
Płoną chłopcy w tankach.
Krwią spływają drogi,
.
A bezmiar cierpienia
Goryczą piołunu
Zatruwa sumienia
I resztki rozumu.
Spadła gwiazda z nieba.
Grad odłamków ostrych
Nadzieje pogrzebał
Paląc krymskie mosty.
.
O upadłej gwieździe
Song piszą poeci.
Czy to przemknął Jeździec?
Czy to Anioł Trzeci?
Satish Verma, 9 october 2022
Black Dreams
Authentically
open your palm for me to
print my signature.
*
You look straight
through me to find a mirror
reflecting moon.
*
The thoughts don't
die, playing a game with
a second suicide.
Marek Gajowniczek, 8 october 2022
Wszystko jest polityką
Gdzie wszystko jest polityką,
tam poezja bronią bywa.
Łagodzi ostrza językom.
Prawdę metaforą skrywa.
.
Pamflet i satyra kpiąca,
co wierzchołka władz dotyka
i sprzeciwu nuty trąca
to jest także polityka.
.
Ministerstwu spokój burzy,
a wydawcom kłopot sprawia.
Obcej moralności stróży
oduczyć może bezprawia.
.
Poezja jest polityką
i wolności słowa rajem.
Zwłaszcza gdy się zjawia znikąd
i emocjom upust daje.
Latest comments:
4 october 2024
sam53
petunie... non olet?
4 october 2024
jeśli na ostro!
4 october 2024
poranne światła mają poważniejszą konkurencję...przegrywają
4 october 2024
z własnej woli, bez przymusu...po to by chwila
3 october 2024
Yaro
Bardzo to prawdziwe. Pozdrawiam Mareczku:)
3 october 2024
Weronika
Skwituję ironicznym uśmiechem staruszki.
3 october 2024
violetta
Ze starych filmów :)
3 october 2024
Dziękuję :)
3 october 2024
Eva T.
Takie poranki sa do polubienia. Pieknie :)
3 october 2024
No coz, przezyje :)
3 october 2024
Tak, sprawdzilam :)
3 october 2024
Piekny, cieply obrazek :)
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