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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 28 june 2022

Blue Bloodspots

A fallout from your
waning smile, parades
a naked wound.

A slice from a wake―
remembers me.
I was sitting in lotus position
ready to go for abdication.

Your message was elegantly
subtle. Not to lose conscience,
remaining the first lover of death.

Exiled from guillotine,
you don't see holiness in
the talons of eagle coming down.

The tree and a river
were old friends. The scarves
tied to the old branches, will
tell the collaborated suicides.

No sane hands will break
the knees of moon.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 27 june 2022

Before The Hanging

Today you are moon,
tomorrow Miranda.
I will call you by different names.

To atone the travesty
of justice, you pull down the flag
from atop of the fort.

Nodoby else was there
when you hit the planet.
We join our hands to drown
without a lake.

The king of sky, now
waits for the tempest. When the
daughter will come to wipe out
the tears of snowy peaks?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 26 june 2022

Missing The Bus

For the memory of palms,
the pretence lives on―
the blade of a saber.

You run on the sands
barefoot― to catch the waves
returning back to sea.

You had stopped
talking to me― wearing the
mystery― I loved.

On skin you print the
anthem. Somebody kills the lamb.
The pathos went quiet.

Becoming cold turkey,
absolutely white. The pilgrimage
over, you break the coconut.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 24 june 2022

With Paper Frills

Touching your
glacier lips with my poems.
A splinter thought
has hogged the center stage.

There was a double
meaning in relaxed posture
of rebellion. Doves of peace
were not visible as yet.

The poverty of freedom
to defend the talent of embracing
death without bullets of shame.

Stones in limelight, left
and right, hitting the walls
of silence. The fat people with
golden hair will decide the hard core burns.

All night, I was
changing sides. Moon was
sending the messages in gaping holes.

Let the skin of hands,
hang like salt-and-pepper!

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 june 2022

To Be Human

Not thinking of you
in vacant mood.
Sometimes you want to put
questions to yourself.

Touching the bruises, like
a lover, not to feel the pain. You
want to wipe out the hurts,
trespassing the area of darkness.

Changing the script, you want
to etch out your name―
on the trunk of a fig tree. Under which
a Buddha wanted to meditate, but did not.

The hands print will tell the tale
of a masterpiece built by them after which
they were chopped off.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 21 june 2022

How To Proceed

Opening night's silk,
remembering you, under moon―
walking on wet grass.

You were not fake in
a crowd of naked fakirs,
taking bath in sun.

The truth must come out
to face the mother tongue,
when god was killed.

Where it hurts, the shoe's
nail. Prodigal son was blind.
Did not read the road.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 june 2022

In Terrible Times

Poetry stares, unblinkingly,
in dilemma―
at mindless extremism.
Evolution of words,
was going retrograde.

Your pretty face―
needs dusting. I was
curious to know about the story
of night shifts.

Sometimes I am hit―
by your feline grace to go for
immolation of male chauvinism.

You erect the barriers,
so that I won't
reach your lips. The moon
went laughing whole night.

A slow poison, like
hemlock, you drink the hurts
to stay alive in a wax house.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 june 2022

Flowery Path

I will return you
to yourself in the twilight
of waning moon.

No more we will speak
in dark, to read the message
of holy night in pain.

A long way to reach
you in misty thoughts after the
priest breaks the vowels.

Something was certainly
wrong. Coffin was on way to
pick up the vessel.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 june 2022


I will not have any
alliance with your words
I am lost in wordless thoughts.

Ask the dead phrases―
you repeat often. Like evil hydra,
new heads come out daily.

This is my domain, my
battlefield. The letters do not
take any shape. Dots speak.

I love the statue
of laughing Buddha. Melting
the pods of transmission.

You know that, you do not want to say.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 june 2022

Mystic Paths

In alternative lies,
a which-hunt starts―
to find the blue eyes trapped
in amber.

Who will ask, not to
dig in the land of suicides,
without boundaries?

Behind you, were hidden the
rocks. The thin-lipped screams
would not reach the nests.

The color fades, when you move
in the sun. Survey
was futile for another truth.

Courier was walking limp.
Cherries were withering in moon.

Bare-foot a journey starts to collect
the salt of eyes.

In the crowd of swans― nobody
has found the water.

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Other poems: Blue Bloodspots, Before The Hanging, Missing The Bus, With Paper Frills, To Be Human, How To Proceed, In Terrible Times, Flowery Path, Pragmatically, Mystic Paths, Smoking Candles, You Don't Tell Me, Like Searching Some Heirloom, Trashing The Skill, Day-Night, Becoming A Recluse, Because You Count, In Hypnosis, Subject To Arguments, Ethnicity, Any Panacea, The Other Periphery, As If Life Has Stopped, Against The Tide, One Of Many Thoughts, By Grace, No Primal Questions, Red Lines, Courtesies, Incompleteness, Reprimanding Self, Great Leap, Winter Sleep, After The Execution, Lapsed Memories, Where Three Rivers Meet, Renewal Of Faith, Indebted, Weird Dreams, Repealing The Command, Fantasies, The Grand Finale, No Departures, Silent Complaints, In Burial Home, Moment Of Hubris, Green Fire, Who Answers?, A Window Speaks, Inconsistency, Referendum, Escaping The Wait, Another Assault, Pain Of Shingles, India Ink, Somebody Dies, The Dirty Beliefs, No Coronation Please, White Shrouds, From When To Where, Sage Flower, Stains Are Darkening, Clouds Were Collecting, Keeping Head High, Arts In Telling, Some Rehearsals, The Blessings Fail, No Man's Land, Straight From Dark, Red Light, In Reversal, In Ecstasy And Pain, A Life's Worth, A Day Was Crying, Faultlessly, No Rivalry, Thinking Again, Waiting For New Year, Still In Grief, Unkindly, A Part Of Whole, So Be It, Any Dilemma, Not Listening To Yourself, In Penitence, I Must Tell You, Dream Catcher, Black Moods, Where Will It End, Some Hegemony, Lashing Out, Making Gunpowder, Forked Tongues, Lost Vision, The Candle In Snow, Convolutions, In Bald Sun, Reading Arthur Rimbaud, Between Us, Miracles Don't Happen, The Stony Heart, The Delgue, Standing Out From The Crowd, Landscape Speaks, Mind In Asylum, Withdrawal, Selling Features, Elusive Thoughts, The Myth Of Zero, Million Times, Unconquering, Come Whitely, Far From Touching, One Pyrexia, How To Decipher, Traumatised, Broken Arms, Erecting Another Totem, Mooning Around, Some Profanity, Reciting The Fake Poem, History Repeats, A Poetic Version, Not Yet Battered, Remembering You, Moaning Chimneys, Falling From A Precipice, In Sadness, Replying To Myself, Eternally, Tortured Times, Philosophizing, Made On Earth, New Questions, Some Transcripts, Distressing Call, Listening Unheard Voices, In Denial, Strange Logics, Preternaturally, Your Tresses Of Night Shade, The Land Pulls, The Land Pulls, Little Gods, Coding An Ocean, The Cameo, Speaking Of Angst, In Nostalgia, Infinite Loss, Eyeshades,

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