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Satish Verma, 14 august 2024
Anchor Buried In Clouds
A dimpled moon
crosses your path. The surred
loop empowers me.
I catch the fire
of loves echo in valley
of tears.
Don't break this
mad world for the sake of
your enemy's dream,
A tiny dot grows
into a big wound of your
lips to write a poem.
The blood-colored
pain overwhelms the eye
of hiding Sun.
Satish Verma, 11 august 2024
Walking In Twilight
Have you ever seen,
how the moon rises to tell the
story of slaying?
December was white,
I scramble to plank the blog
was to warn you.
The stillness quivers
words flow in icy air to
fix a tattoo on your arm.
You give a hearty
laugh, winning a race on
stingy thorns.
Your secret journey
begins like an odyssey to meet
your eternal pain becoming a god.
Mustapha Maaroufi, 10 august 2024
Shirt
That beautiful shirt hanging
Above the face of the wall
Has the right to rebuke his collar
If it seizes the opportunity of the night
And goes too far in elegance
To the point of obvious exaggeration.
Satish Verma, 10 august 2024
Hope Dies Daily
I was extremely
hurt. Your taped lips won't kiss.
I will die hundred moons.
Can you give me
freedom from the pink rocks
of salt and snow.
I think, I should not
drop your name at the edge
of my trembling poems.
I walk in sleep
to listen to your surrender
before the bald eagle.
You were always in
hurry to shut the book
of life without reading it.
Mustapha Maaroufi, 9 august 2024
A Cat in The Public Street
And I said:
"For which sky do my suns travel
And convince the sea in my palms to be level?
Is there a sheikh in the tribe
of noble character
Who will exempt my mirrors from the whims of horses?"
Today I should scoop the mud
Under the old shadows
I have come to desire to be a neighbor of the lakes
To throw on the edge of the water a fertile project
To open one day in the face of our visions
Its high windows,
If one day I returned to the sea I will bless it
And sew a shirt of the beginning in his hands
Extend its waves with the dignified screams
To become later able to be
As it is
And not afraid if It wear bright shells on a holiday day...
_____
The cat ran secretly
To the public street
Saw a bus swaying
In arrogance
And saw a tower that continued to descend
And a woman who revealed herself
While he _ the cat _ began to doubt
About the extent of his ability to meow properly.
Satish Verma, 9 august 2024
Footprints On Sands
It was to happen
from known to unknown,
sibylline hands held the head.
This was my first
love to catch the tears of moon.
Honey drips. From where bees come?
After I gained you in light,
I lost you again in deep dark.
Birth of venus was rehearsed.
Why did you paint
your name on forehead to
attract the dying desire?
The poetry decides the
fate of falling star on the hey,
before you burn your port.
Satish Verma, 8 august 2024
Amaryllis Blooms
It was yesterday's
sin. The poem like a lovely
face starts a monologue.
In infinite dark
you come like a prayer,
I shiver like a temple.
Nobody wants me
to depart, under the stars
like a genetic gain.
The moon was on.
Light was dim, I was still
grieving not to touch you.
My apology for
saying goodbye. Breath to
breath I gave you my life.
Satish Verma, 7 august 2024
Analysing Myself
You will change one
day, in rattling bones, trying
to make yourself whole.
Living in heart only
for transient love. Was it possible
to become immortal in poems?
One day I will meet
you outside the moon. Where
our embraces have gone?
A street car stumbles
on rocks of broken windows.
Now I cannot see your face.
What was left in
our hands. I read daily your
lines. They cry every night.
Satish Verma, 6 august 2024
Beauty Of Truth
Sometimes I will not
tell you. You had shown me light.
Do not go in storm.
Let me unlock the
known. Knowing too much
was curse of unknown.
What you want to
say was a predicament. The
problem of non-loving hurts.
Can you exist with
my humility? I will touch
your eyes colour.
The time of sorrow and
sorrow of time are not same.
Do not break the silence.
Satish Verma, 5 august 2024
Moonwhite Heart
Let me reach the
zero point, where I didn't
want to go.
The hymn to saddened
goddess, will always belong to
sender of black roses.
I will ask a question
after seeing you. Were you
ready to receive a non-killer?
The coming of my
rival was a blue shame.
I did not touch your lips.
The sun wakes up
and the dew shines again
on your flickering lids.
Latest comments:
23 november 2024
violetta
Nie ma co se spieszyć, tylko żyć chwilą:)
23 november 2024
Jak obraz
23 november 2024
O piękne
23 november 2024
Lato
23 november 2024
Cudna róża :)
23 november 2024
Eva T.
Slicznie pod pierzynka :) U mnie byl sniezek,
23 november 2024
Dziekuje i pozdrawiam, Jeslinko :)
23 november 2024
Tak, to prawda. Dopoki nie ma silnego wiatru
23 november 2024
Jaga
Dziękuję w imieniu natury :)
23 november 2024
sam53
próbuję, ale to nie to... pozdrawiam porankowo
23 november 2024
mówią, mówią, po jakimś czasie się przyzwyczajają
22 november 2024
zbyt ogólnie i zwyczajnie ...jak dla mnie ...
23 november 2024
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wiesiek
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Jaga
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Eva T.
21 november 2024
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Eva T.
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