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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 23 august 2020

Linchpins

Do not sleep, as libido
Moon will visit
the shrine of love today.

It was an end of the-
lone journey. You recover
the path of lost poem.

A river lies buried in
my chest, unawakned.
Would you kiss the stone today?

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 22 august 2020

Upending

Trying to quantify the vices
in you, I am becoming
brute.

Going my own way.
I join the migration
of invisibles.

A plucked tiger lily
roars. Amphibians were ready
to invade the mountain.

The curled fingers
had become question marks.
Blindness had become a bliss.

Inlaid in the redwood
lies my blood. I lived under
the branches, naked, carefree.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 20 august 2020

Foetus Was Not Moving

The mood-lifters
you will need, when
night falls and the poems
start howling.

The crisp massacre
of golden dreams, and you
start disposing off the defunct philosophy.

The myths of heaven
and hell, causing the colossal
anxiety.A dog walks past
a dead body, near the burned temple.

This is the world apart, where
you opened the book for
an eye hole.Then you suck the images.

The pebble in the pond
starts moving.No water was left
to wash the dirty idols.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 19 august 2020

Charisma

The caterpillar on the lawn-
in the name of god,
eating away the copper,
the blue veins of thighs.

Barefoot I come to wish
you farewell. You must stand-
in the decaying woods,
to pronounce me dead.

The auburn fawn climbs on
the podium, to mimic a birdsong.
It was sloth time. Moon was
away and it was dark.

The eagle swoops on tiny
breasts, popping up from the
nest of muse. There were no
feathers and no beak left.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 18 august 2020

Secret Whereabouts

Deck is empty, today: -
physics of life unfolds.

I know you less now, what
I knew you earlier.
A cloud city after the collision
had become distraught, after taking
a dip in mudslide.

With chainsaw I am cutting
myself. Why not to become a fossil
with imprints of the collapse―
of our culture and education, in
coal pits of ancient times?

The body has hardened, bones
twisted in agony, I grab the window,
to pull in the sun. Only
the eyes will shine in dark.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 17 august 2020

Lotus-Eating

A repeat lover,
moon comes back
every night in different robes.

It was a question
of your conscience, when
you were being eaten alive.

Hyenas will come again-
to unearth the bones, to
give you the message.

Remaining poor was a great
bliss.You don't
need to pay for anything.

The hunger goes deep.
Fathomless.Your eyes roam
in search of a face after the hanging.
Was he smiling?

You hanker to touch
the eyes, which were burning
like coals.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 16 august 2020

Unwashed By Sins

Life had tossed you in
flames.
Like hearthstone, I sit
deleting my colors.

Time on black feet
runs, on the sacred
river bank.

Molten lava will ask
when, and from where
the funeral procession will start.

A hard core wants
the evidence of rape. Two
leaves will not cover
the naked aggression.

The spooky game had
become, ultimately- the biopic. Once
angles used to roam
on the burning coals.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 15 august 2020

Why Question Marks

The milk run appears like
flesh trade. A bigamous
marriage with two ideologies.

The politics looks like
a fudged slogan. The silence
was broken by screams.

A dwindling faith, could
not revive the ancient Buddha.
There was no pity, no sorrow.

Activism wades on home-
turf. The colossal night
releases the lynx vision.

I am the cipher, you
said, will not connect
to any integer.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 14 august 2020

Not A Renegade

The summer moon with
poetry and musk.
I waited full evening
to become a coherent whole.

I wanted to quit, like
a Buddha, not to come back
in the baked mud house
where the sun would not break.

The earthen lamp with
a flickering flame, under the
holy basil, wants to die
before the moonrise.

Paralysed lower limbs
will make you sit like a god
on the altar, deaf and dumb.

You don't want to learn
about the red lips of the goddess.
Moon was bleeding heavily.

Sit in a lotus position.
Sky is going to fall.

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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 13 august 2020

Celebrating Dark

I do not write about something
or anything. You will
not knock at my door.

I will be pained, if
you sweep the floor, to
tout the unwritten song.

I sing wordlessly. Even
the echo will open
the waning wounds.

My body, I give to
hawks, to escape the
elegies in the death well.

Even the night
will bring the pillow
for the dying moon.

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Other poems: Pain Of Pain, Thou Shall Not Cry, Deep Fears, In Coexistence, Understanding Me, O God, The Penultimate, In God's Shadow, January Cool, Sending My Hymns, Sending My Hymns, I Knelt In Flames, Hyperaesthesia, After Separations, Incomplete Thoughts, To Tell The Truth, Bizarre Phenomenon, Scoliosis, Noises Of Stampede, Laws Of Chemistry, Love To Violence, Prayer Starts, After The Body, Your Thoughts Live Around Me, My Blood, My Bones, Moon Slept In My Arms, In Cross-Hairs, Out Of Honey, Ocean Sinks, Looking At Past, Not Heart Broken, A Patriarch Maps, By Sparks Stay Young, Inheriting The Dust, Death In Peace, In Dragnet, My Craft Trembles, The Adored Angel, Untold Story, In Blue Darkness, Will You Know?, Inventory Of Pain, Till Every Song, Felling A Tree, Love And Revenge, Anchor Buried In Clouds, Walking In Twilight, Hope Dies Daily, Footprints On Sands, Amaryllis Blooms, Analysing Myself, Beauty Of Truth, Moonwhite Heart, It Was Not Your Refusal, Fire Game, Chained Love, Pink Bruises, Waning Moon, Waning Moon, Sea Will Drag Me, There Was Ample Pain, If You Are A Human Being, Equality, Sun Was Cooling, Bee-Stings, Lost In Thoughts, In Order Of Being, Smoking Guns, Come To Me As You Are?, Freak Happenings, Character, Dreamscapes, I Think, I Don't Exist, Reincarnation, My Gifts, Pure Like Flames, Unseeking, Reapers Are Here, God It Kills, Body Was Temple, Divine Losses, Winter Tales, Green And Red, No Preface, My Scars Were Red, Don't Grieve For Me, Pain Of Surrender, A Renaissance, Repeating Pain, Deep Inside, When Truth Was Exhumed, It Was My Pain, How Much Certain You Were?, In Cupped Lakes, Saviour Was Sad, Space Walk, Where Will You Go?, Dust Under Feet, Priest Writes On Wall, Deciphering, We Will Not Come Back, Over Your Dream, Watching A Miracle, No Complaints, Between Whips And Tether, Travesty Of Truth, The Saga Of Breakup, The Saga Of Breakup, Playing Chess, The Trial, Leaves Are Changing Colors, Broken Bridges, Misty Memories, In Temperature, O Trinity, Studying Life, Nonetheless, I Write With Red Ink, Everything Is Black, Tangerines Sing, Touching Everywhere, Taking Revenge, Poetic Justice, Suffering Was Right, I Was Lost, Dogmatically, Justice Pure, Amnesia, Compromised, By Kisses, The Entity, Quartz, The End Starts, Echoes Travel, Picking Relics, To Dying Muse, The Voyager, Itinerant, Between Done And Undone, I Remember, I Am You Are, Greek Thoughts, Unseeing You, The Man And God, Savagery, Waiting For Flames, Deep Voices, Jumping The Wall, Beside The Truth, Bifurcation,

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