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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 november 2018

Eternal Nothingness

A dirty word 
waits for the chilling moon. 
Be aware now. I am 
going to ask the black mountain. 
 
There was no credible 
reason, why did you wait 
so long for a chimera? 
 
A chaste excuse for 
seven seas. They wanted a close 
encounter with aliens. 
 
This was spring of orange 
and black monarchs 
who have to distribute 
the gifts for hunger earth. 
 
I cannot understand myself. 
Sometimes I am happy, 
sometimes I start grieving.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 november 2018

Homeward

Suddenly, the full moon 
pops up soundlessly. I was stunned 
by sheer nakedness. 
 

 
Will you catch a 
butterfly for my reluctant wine? 
I had invited the black roses. 
 

 
A city does not 
sleep any more, after the call 
of service, fumbling with the locks.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 november 2018

A Wrong Turn

Standing on deathway, 
choking back tears, 
for a stance. 
 
There were few minutes left, 
when you took the cover 
under pervasive falcon. 
 
Was it not a 
molestation of a baby moon, 
when you wash your sin in dimlight. 
 
Amazing was the 
religion of short legs. 
An ailing mother was waiting at door. 
 
You strike a chord 
(while I don't stir) 
before anointing the dark. 
 
The battle of penultimates, 
after a hill down 
shackled to river.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 november 2018

A Bruised Memory

The basics to live 
was with the peeling off, 
the tangerines. The innovative flight 
takes you to surrealism-
 
of a countdown, which begins 
to send a subsonic device 
to small jupiters. 
 
You receive the call and 
jump into black sea-
 
eliminating the foes, breaking the bridge. 
 
This moment after sometime splits, 
ejects the god particle. 
You slip out of backyard 
to embrace the apparition. 
 
The ending was never a happy thing.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 november 2018

No Vilification

Do you think milk? 
The medicine, 
had already become 
a bromide. 
 
One benign question, 
opened the potential 
of conflict. The fan- 
tasy? Golden knife? 
 
Devastating me. Car- 
essing the dark, did 
you stop by the moon 
to say hello? 
 
Unmasking the secret― 
of immortality? Ephebic. 
You were always lying 
to yourself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 november 2018

Day Of Anxiety

Between the soft glow of 
twilight and moon, it was 
cold. For a faithful swan. 
 

 
The black smoke billows 
from the rooftops of mud houses. 
Time to celebrate a dinner. 
 

 
I will not give up, 
though nothing was left to do. 
Atleast I can write a poem.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 november 2018

What A Scenario

Put me through the 
french knots. I am 
under the gaze of 
a jilted lover. 
 
A freeze melts in 
the rainbow. The dew 
sits on the eyebrows 
of the grass. 
 
The spark splits 
between the shadows. 
Someone has hanged 
himself from the window. 
 
There was no life left 
in the stump. Now 
bristles will not stand 
at ancient sites.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 november 2018

Foggy Night

A machine pain, 
scripts the name secretly, 
intones the verdict. 
 

 
I don't need, 
to prove it, like the man 
who sells the dreams. 
 

 
Privacy interrupted, 
I have come out in open, 
to commit the god.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 november 2018

Armless Fight

Who was the dancer of death? 
You went for the kill, 
and not for the killer. 
 
The frail armistice. You 
launch a drive for the drill. 
It was more than what- 
 
meets the eye. Looks like an 
Armageddon. You begin in earnest 
to ward off the paranoia. 
 
Nativity was at stake. A 
captive psyche fights the fading 
memory. Your face goes blank. 
 
My things and your things. 
It should not have happened this way. 
It should not have happened that way.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 october 2018

Braiding The Destiny

The time will not heal. The 
aging looks. Erotica. Each 
scream ends in a dry river. 
Who had the right to deliver 
the needle and a silk thread? 
 
Sometimes I will read you for 
the signs of remorse. There 
was this rigid wrinkle which 
will not move on the face. 
 
It will not matter if the grief 
overwhelms. The scare was 
real. Regurgitation. The bell 
will not ring today. The pod 
splits to release the seeds. 
 
Come my mentor. I have tested 
the floor, smelled the rope. The 
translation should end tonight.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 october 2018

Hear My Voice

Needing a bit less, 
I wanted to discover myself. 
Raise the chimney. 
The house in on fire. 
 
The door sleeps in the room. 
Sun will find no corner 
to sit. Can you call a cloud 
to make the floor wet? 
 
The knuckles come alive, rap 
the window to stay calm. Someone 
had knocked out the space 
and coming in to meet the hunger. 
 
A shrine has asked the roads 
to be washed with tears of pilgrims 
who had come from the faraway 
hymns of darkness to script the light. 
 
I am carrying the seeds of my 
native place to find the roots.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 october 2018

A Long Night

Without words, I wanted 
to write a poem. Would you 
read it from the moist eyes? 
 

 
It was a strange thing. 
Finding the darkness of whitemoon 
in blue air. 
 

 
The wolf was there 
in the house, to 
molest the moonlight.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 october 2018

Recalling

It was snowing, snowing 
very hard. Hold me 
tight, when the wolf comes. 
 

 
The wolf comes in red 
cloak. Why did you ask me 
to pin a white rose on him? 
 

 
There was no quiver, 
no tremor. The murder was 
clean, without blood. Desert ants.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 october 2018

This Autumn

Like water hyacinth of lake 
you cannot run away 
from your psyche. 
 

 
A separation from the 
body was imminent. 
Moon was calling. 
 

 
The myth was there, 
and summer, the night 
opens like a medusa.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 october 2018

Blessing

At dusk, when moon was coming up 
fidelity was challenged. 
No soul was searched. 
It was the body scarred in bright sun. 
 
One pink petal flew over the cloud 
and landed on the lake. 
Will you gather the name and 
send it back home? 
 
It was a sacred gem, in the 
navel of organdie, you had 
worn on the night of a slaughter. 
Opalescence, scolds the light, 
 
dark was beautiful?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 october 2018

The Shriek

Arising before the dawn, 
to meet the earth, 
your honeymoon was over with innocent. 
 
You start becoming extinct, 
with stained excuses. Naked as a belief. 
 
There was no contradiction. 
 
An imitation will take over, 
for the surreal tomb. 
 
A gift of rain will fill the bowl 
left for Buddha, who was still sleeping 
with eyes half-open. 
 
A sage grouse begins the mating dance. 
 
Can you speak for the scars? They 
promised to remain mute.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 october 2018

Interaction

Holding the truth for the 
sake of time and space. 
I will not ask your name. 
 

 
In fading moonlight 
you had abducted my boat. 
How will I cross the river? 
 

 
A civil war erupts between 
the flowers of morning glory. 
It has changed the way you think.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 october 2018

The Living Death

Tonight, come for moon watch. 
I will show you the night birds. 
 
There was an impasse to find 
the missing link for peace. A story 
will not end in the water. A long 
border was interrupted by the 
wriggling snakes. 
 
Of flesh. I will talk about the panic now. 
 
You were collecting the flowers 
from the ashes of dehydrated body. 
I am leaving the race now, 
to pay the debt of death. 
 
A pink sky starts the endless struggle 
to retrieve the black sun.
 


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 october 2018

Breathing Again

You dig in your heels, 
when blood spills 
under the skin. 
 
Refuses to go, the homeless moon, 
I will call the snow to cover the sod. 
 
Scavenging, 
through the stray thoughts, you 
pick up the threads, to knit― 
a scarf for the poem. 
 
Body born, a planet 
breaks, in your epic. The ivory 
shaving will make a white gold. 
 
The birth pangs start in natal pain.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 october 2018

No More, No Less

Noway, I will ask 
the poem, to become stressed out, 
like the street, 
beaten and used again 
and again. 
 
Where do you want to go 
for a rendezvous with― 
unknown, in dark, 
groping for the unsung, 
unseen meaning? 
 
Time is worn out. You live 
on the fringes, unselling 
your ancient home, submerged, 
after the earthquake, 
triggered by ghosts of comments.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 october 2018

Time Crossing

When I hold the pen, 
it trembles in my hand; the poem. 
 
The catharsis. 
Zero minus, to no to everything 
against the main stream. 
You start kinking. 
 
Gawking? 
Every night I carry my glitches 
to bed, to fight my demons. 
Falteringly, you speak: 
it should not have happened. 
The genetic aberration? 
 
Nudges the crass exhibition 
of alphabets of exorcism. 
You invoke the dumb gods, who will 
not vacate the accelerandos.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 october 2018

Solemnity

Give me a lone word. 
I will write a poem. 
 
You enter the final hour 
of diagnosis. The kill 
was imminent. 
 
Back to back two trysts collide 
generating a fire. 
 
Who was peeling the moon? 
 
The stab sets in. In 
abeyance of the gift. I 
will give you a scar. 
 
Daisies will remain awake 
at night, for the vigil 
of a slain pilgrim.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 october 2018

A Scare Comes Back

I have never been the same, 
after watching, the abandoned 
 
moon, rising gracefully, 
and becoming secular. There 
 
were no words, no speech; 
but a biological war had 
 
started between the shadows, 
like gondolas in the air. 
 
You unexpectedly turn blue. 
Somebody had left the bloody footprints.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 october 2018

Fake Arrival

Gliding on the clover 
you invoke the sky. 
 
A tiger moth lands on the― 
sweet viola to seek liberation. 
 
You die to find a rival― 
to cheat the moon. 
 
Everynight a silver bleeds 
to write your name on the stone. 
 
What you dream, does not 
become your neighbour. 
 
You give a big hearty 
laugh to frighten yourself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 october 2018

Fake Arrival

Gliding on the clover 
you invoke the sky. 
 
A tiger moth lands on the― 
sweet viola to seek liberation. 
 
You die to find a rival― 
to cheat the moon. 
 
Everynight a silver bleeds 
to write your name on the stone. 
 
What you dream, does not 
become your neighbour. 
 
You give a big hearty 
laugh to frighten yourself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 october 2018

Thousand Moons

On the rim of a beer glass, 
stand, white crystals of salt. 
I was watching a pale moon. 
 

 
The lone tree always 
waits for the dipping moon, 
to give a parting kiss. 
 

 
I grieve for the viola. 
Why does it extend one― 
petal for a landing pad.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 october 2018

Last Hope

When the dialogue stops 
there will be a royal bleed. 
 
I had not come to the 
terms of slaughter. 
 
Wanted now, to manage 
the anguish incontinent. 
 
Can you find some space in 
waiting, for the hangman? 
 
Footprints and invisible faces. 
Somewhere a hope lives in amber. 
 
Trapped light, in wintery dark, 
will stop a seed to play the nocturne.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 october 2018

Scrutinizing

This jungle of words. 
Fear, like a badger 
comes, and sits at my door. 
 

The insects, I 
am tired of them. All the 
time I sit under a bo tree. 
 

This city was 
like an ocean, full 
of predator sharks.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 october 2018

The Futurist

Unpunctuating, 
fear will slice the time, 
and you will be a sitting duck 
in the hands of brutal clock. 
 
Drink, Apollo, 
with round eyes and 
limbless torso. He walks on 
the curves, reciting mantras. 
 
There was intrigue and blackmail 
in return for not telling 
the indiscretion of celibates. 
 
A damp squib. There was lot 
of hissing sound, but no 
explosion. Procreatiom will 
stop without fire. 
 
Wants to return to pines. 
The cones, the pricks and 
swaying hips of splendid suggestion.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 october 2018

Marigolds

Wanting to know about 
the violence in cuckoo's nest? 
Heard the first call to court a mate. 

You are not lonely 
today. Moonlight will be 
there at night. 
 

The dark melts to 
spring a surprise. 
Suddenly there are colors around.


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