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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 may 2022



Red Lines

In eternal quest
of peace I will find you one―
day in flowing tears.

Doors are reticent.
Blue stars were melting. Poverty
will take the back seat.

I promised you, I
will never hurt you even
in my wild dreams.

Take my hand to stop
the tremors of earth. The moon
was dying on naked beach.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 may 2022



Courtesies

Mounting surveillance
on myself after snapping
hyphenated bond.

I will set you free
from the white paper, carrying―
your beautiful face.

The slanting eyes
will haunt me in dark, I will
turn around and cry.

When did rift emerge―
while playing the moons? The lake
was ready to drown me.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 25 may 2022



Sukces ma wielu ojców, a porażka jest sierotą. .

Polityczne manewry
z "Odwróconym Kissingerem"
wyczerpały rezerwy
medialnych sukcesów,
grożąc zysku zerem
grupom interesu.
.
Jest zwykłym gambitem
poświęcenie piona.
Można stracić przy tem
głos "Nic bez nas o nas!"
Gdy trzeba się cofnąć
i ustąpić sile,
a potem tłumaczyć
ustępstwa zawile,
że gdy wojna potrwa
jeszcze przez czas długi -
następna się będzie toczyć na maczugi.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 25 may 2022



O rycerzach spod stepowych stanic

Wielu dziś sposobem starym
mierzy siły na zamiary,
lecz te często są rozbieżne.
Moce słabsze i potężne
inaczej wszystko szacują
i ciężary wojny czują.
.
Wiele długich lat przeminie,
nim wojna na Ukrainie
znów uśmiechnie się złowrogo,
a świat bądzie płacił drogo
zbrojąc zaporoską Sicz,
by powstrzymać wschodnią dzicz.
.
Związki, pakty i układy
znów szarże Lekkiej Brygady
poprowadzą w suchym stepie.
Unia ugodę przyklepie,
a inflacja szczordość zdusi.
To światowy buisness zmusi,
by myśleć o nowej Jałcie.
Trudne będzie łez otarcie
ojcom, matkom, dzieciom, wdowom.
.
Nikt nie zechce, by na nowo
zapłonęły Dzikie Pola,
gdy energetyczny kolaps
powywraca słupy granic.
Nikt nie zechce walczyć za nic,
prócz mniejszości Karaimów
powracającej do Krymu.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 may 2022



Incompleteness

Sometimes words
are very cruel. You
cannot chew them.

For the spirit of―
dying moon, you
wear a death mask.

Sitting on a wind cheater, in
tower of pain, you
want to understand the breed
of conflicts, fuelling the duels.

Yes or no, you have
to come with me. Stones
will not shame you anymore.

The black spots―
of dream-dropped roses,
smell of family dust in the
eyes of white ghosts.

You fatten the flames.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 may 2022



Reprimanding Self

You must act now,
to deceive yourself. Laugh,
when you want to cry
in blue silence.

Getting ready to choke on
the unspoken words―
of committing a sin of speaking
the truth.

Unaltered ego of lynx eyes
goes through the walls of double-blinds.
The drugs were fake and
faith was dead.

With whom you want to
share the brickbats? The cheats
will ride the colossus and
the new moon will rise red.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 23 may 2022



Nie wywołuj wilka z lasu

Nie wywołuj wilka z lasu,
a wojny z Donbasu.
Szkoda ludzi, miast i czasu.
Został rakiet zasób.
.
Niemiec schował Leopardy.
Francuz chce pokoju.
Opór twardy w czas pogardy
nie wymaga boju.
.
Nie ustanie odstraszanie.
Świat chce nowej Jałty.
Skupia sie na Oceanie -
zlekceważy Bałtyk.
.
Nie wywołuj! Nie ponaglaj!
Ofiara jest duża!
Skończ tę propagandę z magla
o roli Przedmurza!


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 23 may 2022



Chata za wsią

Poklepano się po pleckach oraz po zapleczu,
a kraj w przyjacielskich gestach żadnej groźby nie czuł.
Nie nastąpił żaden przełom ani przesilenie.
Ci, co się trzymają razem, chcą zostać na scenie.
.
Poznał świat wojny zastępcze.Bój pod wspólną flagą,
a ciężar trwałych poręczeń urastał przewagą.
Wojna siły wyczerpuje. Większy więcej może.
Czas osłabia obie strony. Sąsiad dopomoże.
.
Świat pewnie wytrzyma presję i nie ugnie nogi.
Spektakl wyjdzie poza scenę na nieznane drogi.
Może będzie więcej obaw i napiętych nerwów
o to, jaką zachowamy możliwość manewrów.
.
Przestrzeń strefy buforowej znacznie się poszerzy.
Może wojnę w niej powstrzymać ktoś, kto pragnie przeżyć!
Wielcy wolą jeszcze czekać, nie przyspieszać biegu.
Nasza chata już nie z kraja, lecz na samym brzegu!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 may 2022



Great Leap

The stones will speak for
river bed― a perfect home
for drowned principles.

Like shrew you enter
the belly of jewels to talk
to a bronze Buddha.

He stands in vigil,
your godhead, after the thieves
plundered the frames.

The small hands pointing
the pistols at the heads of
ancient fathers.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 22 may 2022



Po słowie w Kijowie

Nasze wsparcie jest szczere,
lecz wychodzi przed szereg,
jaki naszą stanowił obronę.
Czy podąży za nami powiązany paktami?
Czy w potrzebie wesprze naszą stronę?
.
Bez zbytniej euforii
bierzmy lekcję historii.
Czy zdołamy obronić się sami?
Trzeba na oczy przejrzeć
i lepiej się obejrzeć,
Kogo mamy za swymi plecami?!!
.
Wiatr historii w porywach
odsłania - nie ukrywa
wrogich Polsce unijnych wyroków,
a z podziału jest dumna
opozycji Kolumna -
polityką ostrożnych kroków.
.
Bez wątpienie są ważne
wystąpienia odważne!
Niech się w walce przebija nasz głos!
Lecz na znów białej karcie
trzeba przyznać otwarcie,
ża nasz los chcemy rzucić na stos!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 may 2022



Winter Sleep

The dust to dust phase
in between, you
did't want a self-destruction
to resurrect a dying myth.

Only God knows. Why
there was only the body language
to explain the miracle.

You wake up a frog
from hibernation. There was
no drought. Plenty of rains.
No nightmares. One has to change
the climate shift.

A muted denial stays
in throat. You wanted to say
the whole truth about life,
which never was uttered.

Scoliosis tilts the water
balance. You cannot carry the
vessels on head. Doubts
would play on the script.

Author had promised to live again.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 21 may 2022



To był maj...

To był maj, śpiewała Saska Kępa
"Czerwoną Kalinę".
To był maj, słyszano o postępach
w boju o Ukrainę.
.
Rejestrowano gościnę w urzędach.
Uciekinierom osychały łzy
i szybko Zachód uczył się na błędach,
za jakie zwykle płaciliśmy my.
.
Oj! Dziadku mowią mi
To chyba ci się śni.
Na Youtub nie ma prawdy krzty.
Jest informacja przesiewana
co dzień do wieczora od rana.
Cenura czuwa. Głupiś ty!
.
To był maj, wierzyć się bardzo chciało.
Kwitły kasztany, pachniał bez
i wielu śmiało szło na całość.
Mniejsza, co było... Jest jak jest!
.
W sukces piosenki wierzyła publika,
a ostatecznie zaszczytem był finał
i satysfakcję miał pewien krytykant:
"Ważny jest koniec - nie jak się zaczyna!"
.
Ta wojna pozornie jest nasza
i lepiej żeby została za miedzą!
Lecz nie ucichnie głośnych mediów straszak -
bębenek tych, co zawsze więcej wiedzą.
.
Siły są pewnie na wszysko gotowe
i nie czekają udziału seniora,
gdy lada moment coś im może spaść na głowę!
Oj! Głupiś ty! Tabletkę wziąć pora!
.
Czarnowidztwo - to nie to!
Może także Polskę r o z w e s e l i m o?


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 21 may 2022



Dziennikarskie lwy salonu

Świat lwów salonowych
zabity deskami,
sezon weekendowy
chciałby spędzić z nami.
.
Dokłada do piecka
odgrzewany temat,
jak pomoc niemiecka,
co jest i jej nie ma.
.
Mieli byśmy razem
walczyć - my i oni?
Przed takim rozkazem
niech nas Pan Bóg broni!
.
Bo też i w Narodzie
entuzjazmu nie ma,
więc wałkują co dzień
o zgodzie dylemat.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 may 2022



After The Execution

Just wanted to be
myself today, ripped after
the apocalypse―

of stainless bodies.
You pull down the era of
earthen lamps from ruins.

Give me a wrapped
guilt. I am a boat in water
without wooden oars.

Black eyes stitched
to dolls. They were going to
wed the white gods.

A knife's cult invokes
the barren cave. You had planted
the severed heads.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 may 2022



Lapsed Memories

Can you foresee the
future, the unstable peak, the
ground's underneath tremble?

A lonely moon sits on
the palm― watching the risqué
world go to long sleep.

I am nowhere in
this crazy― maddening race of
musical chairs.

Unsure, I meet the
blue eyes of the lake, ready to
jump into my leaky boat.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 may 2022



Where Three Rivers Meet

Homeless, you
remained on the
wrong side of moon.

Trying to steal
yourself from light.

Now money speaks,
undoing Fabian formula.

Why one should exit
from the cabal of choosers?
Your infirmity will
sink you in wet sands.

When salvias were blooming,
you wanted to become
an accomplice of a sage.
Killing without crime.

Sometimes you fill
your life with meaningless words.
A trivia of hurting others.


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Marek Gajowniczek

Marek Gajowniczek, 17 may 2022



Bez morału

Szykowały mnie na wojnę
przez trzy czwarte wieku
doniesienia niespokojne -
nurt głównego ścieku.
.
Planowano i ćwiczono
ataki jądrowe.
Jedyną były obroną
salwy odwetowe.
.
Sojusznicy - przeciwnicy
wzajemnie się bali.
Nie liczył się głos ulicy
i nerwy ze stali.
.
Grzały się linie gorące
wielkiej polityki.
Przykładano palce drżące
w czerwone guziki.
.
Wszystko strachem się kończyło
i porozumieniem,
bo tych bomb już by starczyło
by odpalić Ziemię!
.
Świat nie poszedł jednak dalej -
po rozum do głowy.
Mocarstwa odurzył szalej
wojen hybrydowych.
.
Musiała się taka zdarzyć,
co przesłania inne
i możemy się oparzyć
dmuchając na zimne.
.
Tylko słowo nam zostało
niewiele znaczące
i stąd prognoz opieszałość
z początkiem i końcem.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 may 2022



Renewal Of Faith

At middle of nowhere
I don't want to believe
in your truth.

In white robes
a crowd, like mushrooms
of same genes, raising their
heads, after paying obeisance to
mother's mausoleum.

It was still a face
of terror, my trampled
future in our nemesis.

Was it a divine curse?
I remain, who I was. Unscathed
unharmed, after you left
before the knif's plunge.

The alternate damage was
mine. I will bear the asp's
bite in my glory.

Closing the door of
crypt was not my choice.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 may 2022



Indebted

Hips and the rose hips.
You bite your tongue. Desire
has many connotations.

You always feared
of a free fall. I rise. The
war will continue.

I permit myself
to talk to the waning moon.
The clocks stop taday.


A train whistles by.
The river trembles violently
under the bridge.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 may 2022



Weird Dreams

Will ask hibiscus―
in twilight, to let moth
live its one night.

*

The bougainvillea
leaves, falling one by one,
always frighten you.

*

Bends like a bow,
the sickle moon, to pick up
its child in water.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 may 2022



Repealing The Command

Like sheltered, as in fist,
the firefly―
my poem shudders
in your cavernous eyes.

You will not bend down,
to pick up the dropped
coin of moon.

A benign lump
refuses to melt for a
speckled beam of light.

The charred bones
of the burnt-out church,
wait for the second coming.

There was no
curtain drop. Everything
will happen before the weeping grass.

The father and son,
were both guilty― of killing
the mother moth.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 may 2022



Fantasies

Leaving a bloody trail―
moon jumps into lake in hurry.
Sun knocking on doors.

Existing without
the soul, was a fatal mix
of lips and hamlock.

You write your name
on the decapitated moon
declaring a war.

Fireflies now dip
the sparks in your eyes, which
will become blue poems.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 may 2022



The Grand Finale

Your night eats the―
umbel of light with curved lips.
What was the ethics―
of this getty image?

Your responses are weak. You
walk in, on unsteady path.
Will not lift the rock from the chest
unlike Sisyphus.

You roll down on lilacs
gnawing at my pain― nibbling
away at my poem. There
is no gender, there was no god.

The spilled milk of moon
now washes the face of night.
I become you in the embrace
of unlimited death.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 may 2022



No Departures

A massive black hole
devoures the devdasi.
The temple becomes
a cadaver court.

Some say it was
less punishment for the sins
of the pulsar.

The dancing baby
in the womb of rubble
of prayers does not want
to come out.

It was a price of
dying intact.

The incense of screaming
roses blooms. How much
heavy was the wreath?

Overnight the image
was replaced. There was
no spinning wheel. Only
a water cistern.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 may 2022



Silent Complaints

To remain normal―
how difficult it was. To undo
what had not been done.

A pinch of salt was
needed to taste your skin.
Belief will come later.

My unearthly lover, the
moon was becoming physical
sending me a lipless song.

Once upon a pain,
I had asked you to be, what
you were― my rival.

The uncanny fear, wins
over the whispers― when it
appears stark naked.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 may 2022



In Burial Home

Not for me,
this politics of living
for sexless alchemy.

You take on―
the pen's broken nib,
writing blood soaked birth
of an illegitimate avatar.

The spin was fatal.
Unfazed a bizarre tone,
announces a miss call. You
are pronounced dead.

You will swim now
in veil. Eyes looking deep
in water where light does not reach.
The mission of salvaging a
heritage fails.

Dog winter.
Sun hides behind the thin survivors.
There was no will,
no suicide pact.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 may 2022



Moment Of Hubris

Discarding―
the past, systematically,
you reach the core,
of undoing.

A curse hangs―
over the empty cup.
Now you can fill it
with tears.

Space shrinks.
Eternal memory of
losing your faith―
brings in the damaged truths.

Stick and carrot―
both survive.
It was not, it was,
the liberation.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 may 2022



Green Fire

When I need something.
I will ask you.
But I was never going― to need anything.

From where this―
armoury comes, trying to
influence the vowels, from
the clenched teeth?

When I hold your hand,
you start trembling.
There was mist and
there were walls.

Are we drifting apart―
in search of moons?
Flesh for flesh, bone for bone? You
swim fast, I track on the land.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 may 2022



Who Answers?

Time
was the great avenger.
It takes you away
into war,
with swan words.

My baby poem
cries. Lost in a crowd of swindlers.
Not finding the home of truth.

Was it a rarified
phenomenon, that it was
a dark nebula,
that gave birth to the sun?

Are you free to
agree with me, with my existence?

The conclusion was
beyond the judgment of insane people.

Are you going to harm yourself
by accepting the fireball questions?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 may 2022



A Window Speaks

Shadows―
were lengthening.

I start mending myself.
Speechless―
you commence telling in signs.

Grass flattened. Glass―
in water. The body floats.
The game was over.

A new chapter opens without a book.

Another spurt of poetry.
I will never forgive me.
Fear becomes my guide.

The sound of decapitation
resonates. I lift the pen
and kill myself.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 april 2022



Inconsistency

Depression―
was deep blue.

In zero-reflux, I was
intimately involved―
with your pride. The conflict
was rising.

Human mind
like shutting off the sex,
was making a bibliography.

Purity of link will
describe a yellow hollyhock,
waiting to be crushed.

It becomes a burden
when I spend on you― my poems.
Chemotherapy had failed.


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Jack Strange

Jack Strange, 29 april 2022



The Not So Great Gatsby

He, too, saw the promise of a distant light,
but unlike him, he renounced the gold hat,
and unlike her, she did not renounce him.
His parties were simpler, but she was content
with what he could offer: a romantic
readiness, just like his; a gift for hope
for a life together; a capacity
for wonder at the promise of a dream.
Even now he remembered the sad thing
that happened to them -- the deprivation
and the foul dust that floated in their wakes.
But through the smoke he peered into her eyes,
and saw the light there, green as ever,
and knew they’d turn out all right at the end.


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Jack Strange

Jack Strange, 29 april 2022



Cleaner`

A house is never cleaner
than when unoccupied --

with tables, couches, beds
removed and all inside
accessible to brush,
broom, mop, and vacuum
cleaner.

No resident
had known a cleaner
room.


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Jack Strange

Jack Strange, 29 april 2022



Witness

Every morning at six-thirty I sit
at that table by the window and drink
my coffee. No, I’m retired. As you see,
I can see that corner, and most days the kids
go there to wait for the bus to take them
to the high school. Usually, it’s two boys
and a girl. No, I don’t know them or their names,
but I’d recognize them. So, they stand there
talking and smoking -- whether cigarettes
or something else I don’t know, but sometimes
they shared it. And I’m thinking the boys shared
the girl too, because one day, one’s kissing her,
the next day, he doesn’t show and she’s kissing
the other. That was yesterday. Then today,
the first boy walks up and bang! bang! -- he shoots
them both, the girl and the boy, point blank
in the head, like Pacino in Scarface. Yes,
I’ll testify. But please catch the little
bastard before he finds out I’m a witness
and pops me too.


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Jack Strange

Jack Strange, 29 april 2022



I Breathe You

To say “I love you” is equivalent
to saying I breathe air.

Such sustenance
as I derive from oxygen devolves
so liberally, so reflexively upon me,
yet were I deprived of atmosphere,
the words “I breathe” would not avail to fill
my lungs with what they need, nor would the words
“I am a fish” convert my lungs to gills.

Ethereal by nature, not by choice,
I’m bound to love you notwithstanding my voice.


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Jack Strange

Jack Strange, 29 april 2022



Adamantine

The benchmark of tyranny
is censorship:
once the use of force
rises above the mark,
then even the censor
must drown in the flood
of silence.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 april 2022



Referendum

The sins of mortals
have become ordinary.

You can breathe like
nekton, in deep ocean of
idyllic mind.

Pull out your hubris like
a tinkling coin and rub it with your―
body / let it become dirty.

The wayward emotion and
illuminati will meet for the
first time/on the turf.

Desire wins ultimately.
You pick up a red rose
and place it along the jasmines.

Acceptance comes after the fall.


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steve

steve, 28 april 2022



Wish Upon A Falling Star

I sit here on a stary night.. but my thoughts belong to you...
I wish upon a falling star.. in hopes it will come true,
The nights keep getting longer.. and days just come and go...
And I can't help but wonder.. about the love I used to know,
I had hopes and dreams, and plans.. to build my life with you...
And I used to think you felt the same.. but I don't think you do,
I thought our love was strong enough.. to weather any storm...
I used to feel your passion burn.. now its barely warm,
I used to feel the love.. when you told me that you care...
But now I can't remember.. the last good time we shared,
I miss your hands upon me.. I long to feel your touch...
I don't think they'll ever be.. someone I love as much,
There goes yet another star.. as it streaks across the sky...
And here goes yet another wish.. that we don't say goodbye,
So I wish upon this falling star.. that the love we had is true..
And may it bring you home to me, with the love that we once knew.


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steve

steve, 28 april 2022



What's To Lose

Do you know how hard it is for me.. to know that you are there?
Do you know how many tears I've cried.. to hide how much I care,
I sit here thinking about you.. as the tears roll down my face...
All alone again tonight.. I just wanna get out of this place,
I want to run into your arms.. and hold you all night long...
I want to kiss .. and say "I Love You" .. I don't care whats right or wrong,
I need you to feel whats in my heart.. things I'm afraid to say...
I want you to care when were apart.. and tell me your gonna stay,
It may not last.. people change.. and life's not carved in stone...
But any chance.. beats no chance.. when lonely's all you've known,
What's to loose.. but your heart.. for mines already gone...
It belong's to you.. and always has.. from dusk to breaking dawn.


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steve

steve, 28 april 2022



Wanted You To Know

I can't live without you.. I don't even want to try...
All I do is sit around.. asking myself why,
Why did you stop loving me..and why it hurts so bad...
If I'd done the things I didn't do.. would you be here if I had,
My mind just keeps on racing... and my heart just pounds away ...
And time is running out.. for the things I need to say,
I feel as though I'm spinning.. and there's nothing I can do...
But I need to tell you.. just how much.. that I'm in love with you,
I'm sorry for all the things.. I've done to let you down...
I should have been a better man.. than the one you found,
I'm sorry if I hurt you.. and if I wasn't there...
But there was not a moment past.. for you I didn't care,
No matter what the future holds.. and if it didn't show...
There's nothing I loved more than you... I wanted you to know.


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steve

steve, 28 april 2022



The Truth Of Reasons Why

What is it about you.. that draws me close to you...
That keeps you in my thoughts.. no matter what I do,
That won't let me forget.. what it was we shared...
That won't let me forget.. you never really cared,
Why is it that my heart breaks.. each time I hear your name...
And nothing in my life.. without you is the same,
The seasons of my life.. have brought the autum leaves...
Still, everytime you touch me.. I can barely breath,
What keeps me holding on.. to dreams just out of reach...
Or won't let me stop pounding.. on walls I'll never breach,
Why can't I just let go.. and watch you walk away...
For nothing in my world.. could ever make you stay,
Why is "love" the one thing.. that no one can control...
And still the only thing.. that makes a person whole,
Why can't my heart accept.. "the truth, of reasons why"...
And learn to say hello again.. each time I say goodbye.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 april 2022



Escaping The Wait

Perfect domes―
beehived.

An alien sitting in
Mona Lisa? Do you believe in the
pshyche of a beekeeper?

A vision. The future tense
retrieves the past glory of tenseless era.
The mimicry will do its own job.

A freak incident. Earth was
moving. Corned bodies riding on lead.
You must fill up the blanks to―
prepare for lethal descent.

Idolatry. Every cult becomes
a new idol. Hate-filled sermons.
Yestersins will pay
for the mortgage.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 april 2022



Another Assault

Set free the water―
do not harm the spring.
A short poem will write your
theme in air, without asking.

The unbaked bread
will feed the oven.
And the silent prayers
will seal the lips.

The bride of desert―
weeps. No palms, no ariels.
You run over the ruins
to find the tools.

Now breathing stops. A
hammer strikes.

It was the tragedy
of a brainless tumor.
Aneurysm brings the stroke.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 april 2022



Pain Of Shingles

Hiding behind the faces,
you had pushed me to the edge.
Now Himalayas were weeping.

The self-mutilation
starts. Human body and mind
collide like tectonic plates.

There was no rape in
sacred marriage. Do you know the
anxiety and depression are not
only the human traits?

Psychosis. The obscenity
does not leave, and the language
starts dying. You block the
road. Nobody was going to leave
the doomed plains.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 april 2022



India Ink

In everyday life
you pick up a war with a―
moment in truth.

Unleashing a malign―
half gender― to speak
for the sake of a maker.

You were standing on
a fault-line, waiting for the
unhappened to happen.

I have come from a
faraway land to dig up the
legacy of the ruined convulsions of man.

The faith, a religion the
god were all forgotten when
you sit homeless, hungry under the sky.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 april 2022



Somebody Dies

You walk through me
opening the portal of―
unending moment.
A right to die lingers in the eyes.

Not a serenade. I am
tying the knot on the tree.
The wait was becoming too long. I
would read again Hamlet without the prince.

Truth was not happy, when
you brought down the body.
The wind was moving like a panther
stealthily before the kill.

How shall we bite our toes―
now? They have left
a bloody trail on the
weeping grass.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 april 2022



The Dirty Beliefs

More searing―
in fog of love.
You prepare the first draft―
of suicide.

It was not in your
handwriting from the left,
before sending―
the message.

The crash of the drone
before hitting the ground.
I apologize to sun for―
the brilliant fault.

I will never know
what did I give you.
My tulips were ravaged
by the statecraft of the winds.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 april 2022



No Coronation Please

Like toothache.
Would hear the voices
of dark.

No beginning, no end.
I will not conclude.
Like the setting sun in west
dying beautifully―
without moon.

It is a chilling confession.
No offending. Trying to
understand unmoving lips.

In my suffering
there was no faith healing.
I won't ask your hand.

Every syntax, regenerates
the truth of the dirty mind.

Living amidst the
dangers of orthopedic blunders
you cannot walk straight.

The queen has gone insane.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 april 2022



White Shrouds

The lips will speak
without sound.
A tuliped man hangs himself
down, from a tall tree of fame.

You wanted to live in the―
glare of slit throats.
The blood brings the brilliant
glitter of gold.

End of the speech will―
throw up a mascot. The noose was
tightening around the―
rising― glorious sun.

Slavery never ends. You
become victim of your dazzling
peaks, when you stand alone
at unthinkable heights.

The spirit of the tree dies in your eyes.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 april 2022



From When To Where

In deep bottom,
at first light, I
will give you a call.

Because, I was only bones,
muscles worn out in hymns
and the nudes were―
putting on the masks.

You will not deliver―
a denial, nor you will
put forward the Buddhist stance.

Like a curling fern you
want to go in dark shade―
eyes shut.

The circus of stunted men
and lady birds―
will go on unabated.

I swear by fire,
The battered umbilicus will
not bear any gods.

A miraculous escape. I
will not eat your
flesh, hot and red.

We start hitting each other


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 1 april 2022



Benjamin

Lit’l child, were ya ben
O’er the Sun or with yar kin.
O’ May’e with yar friends jamin.


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 1 april 2022



Colden'd Touch

Colden’d touch, eyes a stare
Loved one’s gone, tis unfair. Unfair. Unfair.
Mine arms could not reach in that darkened lair.
It has her there. Her there. Her there.
I pray my kisses softened that dreadful pang.
May this n’er happen again. Again. Again.


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 1 april 2022



I See You Afar

At times I see you afar, in mind’s eye,
Calling this heart and affording a sigh.
A bit o’ pause, a bit o’ rush.
Listen girl, the silence…now hush.
Ah, that my tears had wings!
And my grief be heavenward
My soul bluely sings
A price none could afford.
Tears are never bought nor sold
Yet they are sweet, precious and never grow old.


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 1 april 2022



The Bloom

In the morning air you can smell them bloom,
Those bless’t sweet Roses,
Beyond a bitter room.
Could tear- filled eyes can ever sway
Those lovely things on a lonely day?


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Scott Clark

Scott Clark, 1 april 2022



Constant Blue

Breathe o’er here, oh, Constant Blue and let those lips be fair!
Blow yer fife fine, tickle this ear, and let yer nothing be new!

Ida, find that blowing sucker and give ‘em less than full
Whilst I dance me merry twiddle feet round and round ‘da stool.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 31 march 2022



Sage Flower

O my baby pain―
this house is on fire.
My body is going to war.

A lonely path, in life
and death― where does it
lead to― in wilderness of home?

The mob only loots.
Lynches and hangs you from
the lone tree of love.

I confess, there was
a chink in my armor, not
light but water seeps through it.

You start fearing the
windows. Not noises, time
was slipping pout, never to come back.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 30 march 2022



Stains Are Darkening

After centuries of reverie―
a dream breaks, falls
like a mirror in ink, splintering
into thousand thoughts. Somewhere
words start flying.

Oh god!
your feet of clay are crumbling.
I wanted to write a new script
on your body,
slashing my wrists.

How much the truth was
lying? Ask the shades alluding
to moon. Patchy and opaque
in forest of maple, I was counting
the red-lobed leaves.

Your eyes were telling a
soulful tale. On beach were
sitting some youngmen in a row in orange jump
suits waiting to meet
their gods.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 29 march 2022



Clouds Were Collecting

Time
was moving without wheels.

Not a match. I
don't exist. Anonymous.
You were also not same
as I lost you.

Black walls.
You will kiss them
for a promise.

Your lips, wrapping
the wounds, like bandages.

The bruises smell
like poppies.

Not thirsty. Still
I revert to the theme of
dry lake.

Are you going to
shut the eyes of moon?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 march 2022



Keeping Head High

Ah, in this―
culture of shames
you will need some divination
for mooning around.

You cannot mend the old
shoes, become an explicator―
of complex human mind.

Cannot face the sun to
catch my shadow. Father and
son were water apart.

The things become no-things
inestimable. I keep on intuiting..

First came the rains,
then winds. I stand for nation.
I fall for you.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 march 2022



Arts In Telling

I will never be able to―
tell the full story. Winds
are changing and―
the innocence has ended.

Centuries of recital now
starts the inquisition. It haunts
my psyche. In deluge―
the ferry will ever come?

Yesterday you had seen me
in a very vulnerable state.
Even gods weep.
Do you know what is muse,
goddess of art and an inspiration
of a poet?

In one of the poem I had
asked my muse, can you prey for me?
This is my style of conversational
or confessional poesy.
What do you say?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 march 2022



Some Rehearsals

Talking to moon tonight,
in windless night.
You begin― to reflect― the past.

I pretend― I am gifting you
my poems, while bleeding―
from the eyes.

You will not read,
even once, the steaming tears of stones,
when the volcano―
spews its molten grief.

I am gifting you today, forever―
my summers.

Snow will rush into my veins.
I freeze at once, in memories
of the lone, stark naked, yew tree
laden with red berries.

Not poisonous, I am gifting you
my death.

Take me in your solitude!


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 march 2022



The Blessings Fail

It was too loud
to become a savior. You
longed for― only a
flower weight.

I wanted it to last―
my pain― lying to myself.
I will wait for the
sanity to reappear.

Too raw― the codex.
It burns the author. I
will have to learn―
a new alphabet.

The bell tolls,
bell tolls.
Take me to crypt in dark.
I have to read the walls again.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 march 2022



No Man's Land

It was an explicit "I"―
deeply flawed.
You had started hitting
your peers, asking them
to hate you.

Psychopath?
Mea culpa, who would not say?
Kindles a tender feel―
when you love a pink rose,
not uttering a word.

Scared, my tremors
start like a leaf. Cannot hold
the pen. Very quietly
I print my tears.

Thirst, mouthless―
I drink from eyes.
Earth beware― the crop has failed.
Rancher was going―
to commit suicide.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 march 2022



Straight From Dark

Moon was walking
like your shadow,
grabs you from behind
and drowns you
in water.

This was a battle cry
for a beach murder.

This will a become a talk
of the crowd.
Light enters a bone
and you start glowing.


Was it a realization
of the awakening? The
pain becomes your angel―
of skin.

The cuts and wounds become
your words of unknown poem.

Why you want to play
hide and seek with strangers?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 march 2022



Red Light

A maverick―
neither tears, nor scabs
I wanted to cheat myself.

Confection may go awry.
I prepare the new text
of wearing the pain.

I want you to stay
beside me, when I am unseated―
holding the clouds.

Discarding golden viscera.
This was my last journey
for taking revenge.

Undulation over. There
will be a vertical
drop on the nails.

On the black stones a fig tree wavers.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 march 2022



In Reversal

The philanderer―
an anti-man, comes for regaining
moral conscience. I
pledge my peels.

Ocimum was not ready
to marry a giant tree.
This war will never be over.

The skin, the deep voice
within, were wakeful in dark. There
was no hope to revive the naked soul.

The sea and the whale.
Competing for death-dance.
Blue sky kills the stars.

Now I will become mute,
watching the jewel-thief…
taking away the golden calf.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 march 2022



In Ecstasy And Pain

Stargazing
under a new sky.

Buried in the sands
of time,
to locate the gate of moon.

Nothing else moves
in my thoughts, except
a Venus fly-trap.

Your hinged, slanted
eyes, capturing my words.

Then your maze bleeds
in the spotless dawn
of baby year.

Between a mortal
and a saint.
I hang my mirror
to prove the divinity of the dust
of god.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 march 2022



A Life's Worth

The brown dust―
floats, while reading
poetry.

It was my first―
love with the dancing words
in the jungle of departures.

The genocide of―
reliefs. I erect a shrine
for the slaughter of unknown.

Innocently, I utter―
your name in dark, that
lights up the aubade.

Strange things happen.
I stand where the roads don't cross
parting the emptiness.

The deadpan. Another city falls.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 march 2022



A Day Was Crying

Can you define this relationship?

In a tumultuous city
I was missing…
But in this absence I become whole.
A chemical clock becomes awry.

Night was my poem
I was writing for the moon
and throwing a handful of dust
to meet the dust.

Black flamingo will not
eat tonight. Wading through the
water, its will broken,
searching the pink eyes.

How do I catch you when
you have flown away?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 march 2022



Faultlessly

Trending like a
dog walker, the disheveled
moon, comes out
from the cocoon, to welcome
the new year.

This was a flash point
of pure sulphur,
to steal the kisses in rose valley
of violence.

And you stand at crossbones
to kill, or get killed.

The leader climbs down
to sin, to predate
the celebration of womb's disaster.

Earth trembles
in anticipation. A merciless
shreak comes out from the
man-of-war.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 march 2022



No Rivalry

Something― you wanted to
say, which you would not.
Planet breaks― disheveled, weeping
being― unbeing.

Sometimes you play a game
of trembling legs―
waiting to run away
from your anguished inside.

The last hour of night
blinks. A baby sun about
to be born, and you find yourself
unprepared.

The black letters, on yellow
pages, under the streetlight
dance. A fat dream burns.
A book bleeds.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 12 march 2022



Thinking Again

Not finding a path
to truth,
going beyond the gods. You
will not listen to my pleas―
still frozen in unthruths.

Death opens the―
holy darkness. I am aware of
the bluffs and black voodoos,
insertion of pins.

Moon-bitten, chasing
the blood cherries, you reach
for the yogi cult in trance.
Every night becomes green.

The sacred knife, cuts
the knot, sort of a hinge.
A celebration starts
throwing stones
on each other.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 11 march 2022



Waiting For New Year

A lengthy day
to count an arch of colored dreams
in a long queue.

You start sinking
inch by inch, in a deep
obsession of vengeance.

Afraid to leave
the darkness. Cannot see
in the bright glare of sun.


The fall of liberty.
To tell the name of venoms.
How the man has become
a poisonous creep.

An insult to the poet,
singer and artist. Who was
responsible for changing the guards?

Tomorrow was far off.
I am still struggling with today.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 10 march 2022



Still In Grief

I have become disconnected.

Talking of pose, while shooting
in back, several questions
arise of a staged drama―
missing the lethal word,
releasing the venom.

Poetry of politics becomes evident.
You may spurn the actors,
but the pretence overwhelms.

For testing the secret of depth,
you go down in water
unarmed.

You pull a stretcher, now―
unwrapped. The cremains sink
in the sea― of tears,
unsettling the designed pebbles,
the needles. The tapestry starts burning.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 9 march 2022



Unkindly

Barebones, they come
in droves, to drink blood moon
praying in catacombs.

A summer night sets
over the hills with black eyes. The
cleavers have some jobs to be done.

In perfection, the bodies
should be laid― along with red woods.
The autistic moon will find its lover.

Aborted dawn, the clouds
had covered the womb. The
terrible sun had been roped in.

Earth weeps. There was
no peace.A ghost town rumbles
on. I cannot crack the code.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 march 2022



A Part Of Whole

I had not asked for
all of you,
walking your path
above the clouds.

Do you think, it was
end of beginning?
The republic of sagebrushes has
nothing to say. Incense stops drifting
in desert of crumbs.

You start talking
to your esteem self for the rigged factuality.

I don't want back,
your virginity of first tears.
Underneath lies the stunned poetry
of the bruises.

There were ruthless secrets
inside your lids.
I will not wait for the moon
to go red.

The swastika wants to justify
the chimneys?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 march 2022



So Be It

Dismantling―
my temple, brick by brick―
skin to skin,
eye to eye,
before the ascension.

The living legend is
dead. I cannot hear the burial
rites. Walls are rising.

The ashes are strewn
on the eyes of moon. Ages ago I
used to smile. Not now.

Accept me, with all
my non-gifts, dead songs and
wailing prayers.

My hands lift the terror
from the sand, palm leaves
crafting a virgin peace.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 march 2022



Any Dilemma

Kiss me hard―
defending your poverty.
It was a flawless depression.

Do not need any sand-storm
to cover the jutting bones.
Time was full of tragedies.

Did you ever hear of―
the fences in a divided house?
The prayers without words?

Drunk in a moonless―
night, of the unheard voices,
you stumble on Ars Poetics.

More wreaths for the
forgotten lover of letters.
Life moves on.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 march 2022



Not Listening To Yourself

I paint the day
for you, for the last rites
of sun.

Embracing the dark
to dissolve the boundaries.

I will question, something
else, not about the stoned moon.

The other side of the
thin hijab, was a humiliated truth.
Facts were always knifed.

Something moves
harshly to break the silence.
A pink self betrays the denial.

How mandatory it
was to keep on gooding
the blue flames!

There is no family
of the bohemian.


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RENATA

RENATA, 3 march 2022



wszyscy jesteśmy Ukrainą

słów brakuje po stronie świata
u każdego na klapie Ukraińska flaga
pomagają malutcy i wielcy świata
diabeł czyni zło ale przyjdzie zapłata

I nie ma czerwonych maków pod Ukrainą
tam łuna wojennej pożogi tam też cywile giną
nie tylko żołnierz bo jego cel to obrona
lecz zwykła ludność dzieci ,matki ,żony

łzy smutku trwogi strachu i żalu
pomagamy dużo a jednak zbyt mało
dotkliwe sankcje dla oligarchów
Putin się śmieje i prowadzi operację

ciche modlitwy -czyż nie ma Boga?
pod stopą ludzką leży i poty ludzkie spija
ziemia zaludniona ziemia czyjaś
nie ma prawa jedno państwo drugie zabijać


Boże dopomóż

bo wszyscy jesteśmy Ukrainą

03-03 -22


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RENATA

RENATA, 3 march 2022



A SŁOWO SIĘ RZEKŁO

A słowo się rzekło
by rozpętać piekło

poleciało słowo rozkazem
ziemią i niebem przemieniając
domy szkoły szpitale
w gruz gruz gruz

leciało z ust do ust
śmiało bo dysponowało
potęgą wrodzonej agresji

chłonęło je tysiące uszu
a słowo kazało wyciągać broń
zabić JEGO lub SIEBIE
bo słowo chce ZIEMI

wyszło z parszywych ust
i schować się nie chce
za to SŁOWO powinna głowa zlecieć


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 3 march 2022



In Penitence

Unceremoniously―
you blow off the earthen lamp
after the night vigil.

Still stranger
to dark, you start self-destruction
in holy violence.

Was there any life
before death? You encounter
the crucified truth.

Now you wear the blue lake
to meet the moon―
in a forlorn sky.

I let you see
the falling star. It's heat
had savaged me.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 2 march 2022



I Must Tell You

Can you get the seizing
without an encounter,
like rapture of the deep?

It was me who was lost
in one sultry night,
when jasmine bloomed.

In night blindness, the
trembling soul, landed
on the blue lakes.

You would not look
at me, without alphabets―
in siege.

In contrast we meet―
to hurt each other.
Falling in love after smouldering.

The soot will chase us till the end.


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RENATA

RENATA, 1 march 2022



to nie jest dobry czas na wojnę

jest luty mróz i śnieg
Putin się wściekł
chce Ukrainę zgarnąć
do kieszeni jak własność

były podchody i dyskusje
słowa wielkie słowa puste
wolność braterstwo
krew morderstwo
rozbój w biały dzień
na oczach całego świata

to nie jest dobry czas na wojnę
chcemy żyć i pracować spokojnie
już nawet wirus się schował
bolą nas serca myśli i słowa
to jest szaleniec grzmią mocarze
czas go ukaże

to nie jest dobry czas na wojnę
to nie jest dobry czas na siły zbrojne
Rosji napad na Ukrainę
giną ludzie Putina ni ma

Tak się zapienił gdzieś w Uralu
po trupa chce przejąć gruzy w miastach
i trupy Ukraińców i trupy Rosjan
nażresz się bucu krwią ziemi i osrasz

z drugiej strony
serce człowieka widać na dłoni
za Ukrainą Świat się ujął
płyną dary broń i miejsce przy stole
czyni się dobro na tym łez padole

to nie jest dobry czas na wojnę
wściekły pies ujada obgryza kości
wszyscy wielcy nie są święci
komuś się poprzewracało głowie
i nikt nie wie jak go powstrzymać

a najbardziej dzieci żal i wiosny
miejmy nadzieję będzie radośnie
zło spali się ze wstydu i wzejdzie słońce
bo nigdy nie jest dobry czas na wojnę


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RENATA

RENATA, 1 march 2022



1.03.22-piekielna wojna

nie ma słów żeby określić Putina
stalowy wzrok marsowa mina
gdyby słowo mogło zabijać
już by nie żył taka to Świnia

władza uderzyła skurwysynowi
do głowy
zezwierzęcenie mówią doktorzy
o przepraszam
zwierząt nie obrażać

już szósty dzień Ukrainę podbija
co będzie dalej końca nie widać
bomby rakiety zbrodnia i terroryzm
z tym walczy Ukraiński patriotyzm

Wielki Putin wielki jak sam Stalin
jak Hitler jak Neron niech go piekło spali
nie do opisania nie do wypowiedzenia ludzie giną
świat podziwia pomaga i wspiera

arena diabła

nie ma wirusa
przed Putinem uciekł
tak jak ucieka
ciężarna kobieta

gdzie prawa człowieka
obłęd szaleństwo agresja
kazdy walczy jak może
pomóż im Boże

zatrzymać piekło
bo pękło


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 1 march 2022



Dream Catcher

Walking towards you
prudently, lighting
my bones, like candles
in dark.

For salvation. The
lone cobbler cheats on you.
He has placed the rough bricks
instead of cobblestones to cover
the surface.

Healer has become
avenger. Illicitly― drinks
from the virgin eyes, to
be called a survivor.

The cadaver vanishes.
There was no death of
any Fakir. Only flower bed―
will be the last darshan.

You win the battle, waging
inside you and
forget your name.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 february 2022



Black Moods

I will not beg,
never. There were some mistakes.
You took a wrong turn
hitting below the waist.

It was a disaster. Asking
for the moon― for chilling.
Drugs make you unholy―
you try to whack the clouds.

I give, you take. But the
balance still remains. Somewhere
we don't meet and part with
unease of sea waves.

I am loosening the grip on me,
let go the legs to take me
nowhere. Unwrite the poem
meant for you.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 february 2022



Where Will It End

In deep depression,
clearing the emotional debris,
when your eyes speak―
I become dumb.

The skin mood alters.
Love was not racial.
A naked paper writes your will― that,
you no more belong to anyone.

Going down, down―
the man's ego. I stand on crossroads,
still undecided, your lips
white, eyes red.


The reapers will come again
to harvest the skulls, to
make necklaces. The greed wants
the biggest garland.

Stings are a plenty.


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RENATA

RENATA, 26 february 2022



w roli głównej Żełeński

Przywódca by nie żądał
przywódca by nie prosił
żeby ktoś walczył a on uchodził
tak się nie godzi

aktor i komik gra największą rolę
jaką grać mu przyszło
i choćby zgiął wraz z rodziną
i gdyby nie wytrwał i przelał krew
i tak jest
wielki i niezłomny
gdy za drzwiami demony wojny
nie ucieka mając wybór
szacun Panie Żełeński trafisz bohatersko
na sceny filmowe na karty historii

choć statek idzie na dno
prawdziwy bohater
trwa na straży i ostatni opuszcza statek

cokolwiek się stanie
jesteś podziwiany


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 february 2022



Some Hegemony

A method cuts you out―
in hunger pangs,
to set you free from bonding
of four― leaf clover, or word.

Love has become a
one way pain, without libido―
in want of a fairy ring.
The maternal cost was high.

Drifting between the
black sea and dead sperms,
you want to raise a
new cult.

The religions betray.
Everything was marketed with
thumbed scripts.
Gods were threat to sane hymns.

I am trying to carve
a face, from the rocks, not
animal, not angel.


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RENATA

RENATA, 25 february 2022



24-02-2022 -

Diabeł wskazał palcem Ukrainę
ten diabeł ręką Putina
zasiał strach ucieczkę i trwogę
krew śmierć płacz i pożogę

kto może ucieka wciąż dalej i dalej
mężczyzn już nie puszczają
do kresu sił chcą bronić kraju
wciąż dziennikarze info podają
oczy same łzy wylewają
co będzie dalej wszyscy pytają

świat wspiera słowem czynów za mało
szczyt szczytem pogania góra coś zaśmierdziało
czyżby strach wielki obleciał WIELKICH
straszą sankcjami diabeł się śmieje
chce likwidacji władz Ukrainy
położyć łapę na tej ziemi
Ziemi krwawiącej proszącej w trwodze
czy ktoś pomoże ?

Agresja trwa a Świat patrzy
apel do diabła już nie wystarczy
zwykły Rosjanin też protestuje
za to policja go pałuje
stop wojnie krzyczy na ulicy
do nysy pałami i się nie liczy

och Ukraino stąd do wolności
droga daleka
świat patrzy potępia
i czeka czeka


To już Krasicki przewidział
czasy w których żyć nam przypadło
wśród serdecznych przyjaciół
psy zająca zjadły


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RENATA

RENATA, 25 february 2022



Arena śmierci

Nagle buch -wybuch
dramat płacz gruz
trudno uwierzyć że to się dzieje naprawdę
miał być wesoły dzień Pączka
a tu nad ranem wybuchła wojna

Putin napadł na Ukrainę
zaatakował tak agresywnie
inwazja atak jak to przeraża
bombardują określone cele
obalić rząd zabrać wolność

uciekają ludzie co sił
ze spalonych miast ze zniszczonych wsi
wloką za sobą jakieś bagaże
na tą nieszczęsną tułaczkę

straszliwe demony wojny na Ukrainie
reszta Świata biernie potępia Putina
pomoc dla uciekających zapewnia
Świat dużo mówi ciągle potępia
a sam się boi ścigać szaleńca

trzymaj się Ukraino dziś drugi dzień wojny
dramatyczne słowa prezydenta Ukrainy
aż do bólu prawdziwe przez łzy przedziera się
samotność wśród przyjaciół noszących pocieszenie
na odległość i słowa słowa słowa
sankcje ach a może jeszcze nie bo boli głowa

już od dziś powszechna mobilizacja
już mężczyzni nie wyjadą za granicę
tu zostać chcą i muszą by bronić Ojczyznę
choć śmierć patrzy w oczy broń się wygoń zabij
Ty chłopcze co pierwszy raz w życiu trzymasz karabin


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 25 february 2022



Lashing Out

Lying in congealed blood.
You cannot wipe off the stigma.
Moon still shines.

A blitz sends a chilling
message. It is what
it was not.

The narcissism was on
rise. The center was always
in you, falling in love.

Perfectly in disharmony.
A snake eating itself
in great joy. Do you?

Just walk with me.
Don't say anything. We will
enter the black hole together.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 february 2022



Making Gunpowder

You walk into a trap.
The self-search must start
after the accident in hearth.
The fire has failed―
to ignite the thruth.

No more questions would
come. The shrine will receive
all the answers.

The system wants to know
what went wrong to
identify the protégé of crisis?

You know mimosa. It behaves
like a sensitive person. Touch it and
its leaflets fold together like
greetings and bend down asking
to exit.

The violence erupts. A god has no say.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 february 2022



Forked Tongues

‘Twas your ghost
to secure the promise,
that you would not commit
yourself to the story.

An island sin
confronts the sea
of tears. Was it an
emotional kill?

Did you hear the
sound of moon? It has
come down in the space
where we used to cross the arms.

That was my raw poem.
I had mentioned your solemn
departure. I don't believe
in blaspheme. God would know.

Fever for no misdemeanor.
We walk away on our
different paths.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 february 2022



Lost Vision

The pain cycle
celebrates the pitfall,
dedicates to the eternal flame
of catharsis.

Syllables were ready to
burn word by word,
orchestrated for a
random repeat.

Like blue veins opening
in dark without spilling the―
blood. But no answers
were coming to compliment you.

Image of self in mirror
sometimes frightens. Now
you begin living without―
body, metaphysically.

A bonfire starts.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 february 2022



The Candle In Snow

An executioner
gazes up into your eyes,
hotting up the gazella.

I am not an asylum seeker.
Was it an insult
to the animal, if I follow a sane path?

From my side of earth,
using different names, unflinchingly
I will speak for the bloody truth.

I never miss a tiger,
even with white coat and
brown eyes. Yellow stripes bring stasis.

Death arranges
the table. You pick up your dish.
O God, I wanted to be like you.

A stunning silence,
again pushes me towards you.
You always grin.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 february 2022



Convolutions

Unhinged
in final descent.

A distrust starts
the speechless howling.

The veiled threat
to lock the door
and see the other world.

II

Unmarried― the pears
will not ripen.

Sense of persecution
haunts.

The doves fly away
you wrote your name on the wings.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 february 2022



In Bald Sun

Visible
of invisible blues―

the hesitancy
to shut the door.

I speak for
myself in haze

reaching heights
and deep sea.

The mother in
child weeps;

when we will
meet father?

Insufficiency
brings the split.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 february 2022



Reading Arthur Rimbaud

Dressed to assassinate,
not having much hope.
Were you really―
serious for me?

Like en face
a star giggles, between
quivering small moons.

The night is drunk. You
hear a long hoot, from
enfant terrible, to scare away
the kiss of inevitable.

What a bliss to live
in the black heart of the moment,
when the sun unwraps
the flame.

Complete annihilation
of million desires. You
become the walking death
of unknown.


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